Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 177 Threat

“Well… seeing as how neither of you actually are members of the royal council, although granted, one

of you makes up half of our current reigning Alpha Queen,” Bartholomew glanced across at Ann warily

and swallowed nervously as Maeve sniggered in Ann’s head, “I think we can safely say that the Alpha’s

Justice and the Luna’s justice will not be on the table for options.in dealing with the resurgent threat

that we are facing.”

“Pity.” Both Lexi and Maeve grumbled at the same time. “Then do we have a provisional plan at least?”

Adam asked with a frown, instantly shifting into his serious demeanor with a face like thunder.

Bartholomew shook his head gently.

“Not yet Alpha Felix should arrive this evening as a representative with a small contingent of men.”

“He’s bringing an armed guard?”

“Yes. I hope you’ll forgive me, but, with the current threat posed by Narcissa and her coven…”

Bartholomew began before he was cut off by a derisive snort from Lexi.

“You’re giving her far too much credit Barty-boy. She isn’t the mastermind behind this, just another

lackey to

meet the goals of a degenerate daemon lord with delusions of grandeur.”

Bartholomew chuckled good-naturedly and nodded.

“Believe me, Lexi, I’m fully aware that she is not the main threat, but she is a name that we are more

familiar with, and for us at least, the cause of the former King’s downfall. With that in mind, I thought

that it might be wise to have them briefed on the…abomination.. that was encountered and thought

that, perhaps, if you are willing Lexi, you would like to put together some sort of brief on what we can

expect to face.”

Lexi blinked up at Bartholomew, her face frozen in a mask of so many emotions at once. The fear of

judgment, the apprehension at talking seriously in front of so many people, but as quick as it crossed

her face, she pushed it away again.

“Think of it as a trial run for the lectures that we intended to roll out anyway Lexi.” Ann offered, reaching

across and patting her knee gently in an effort to reassure her.

Lexi nodded as a small frown creased her brow.

“Okay. I can do that. When do you need the presentation ready for…erm.. presenting.” Lexi asked a

little awkwardly.

“Well, tomorrow is ordinarily a day of diplomatic greetings, minor discussions about any trivial matters,

and testing the waters for any new issues that either side are wanting to talk about. Then there will be

the customary feast of welcome in the evening of course. Following that, the schedule is to be

arranged. He will be here for a week at least, perhaps longer. It depends on how much progress is

made in the talks.”

“So I have a couple of days at least to confer with Papa and pick his brains about some of the things

that I’m a little hazy on?”

“Of course, my dear. Whatever you need.” Bartholomew nodded indulgently.

Lexi hesitated for a moment before looking in Ann’s direction and chewing her cheek thoughtfully. “Ann,

I know this might not be possible, but, do you think it would be possible for Papa to see the creature in

the … little dungeon you’ve got going on down there?” She asked tentatively.

“I don’t see why not, it would be helpful if your father was able to identify which daemon’s the body

parts are from and give us some sort of idea of what we might be facing in regard to potential threats,”

Ann answered thoughtfully.

As far as she was concerned, Lexi’s father was an absolute treasure trove of valuable information.

“Actually… Bartholomew, do you think it would be possible for him to be present for Lexi’s lecture? He

might be able to field any questions they have that Lexi may not be sure of.”

Bartholomew chuckled and held his hands up as he faced the curious faces of the three of them. “For

me, there is no issue. You all know this. However, I think a Daemon lord in their midst might be a little

much for some of the Elders.” He chuckled. “It would be my advice that we wait until the lecture is here,

and if there is anything specific that crops up, we can leave some time free on the schedule for another

session so that Lexi has time to confer with her father and seek any additional information that they

may need.”

Ann rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration.

“Well, they need to get used to the idea pretty quickly, Bartholomew,” Ann answered impatiently. “I fully

intend to have an embassy installed in the capital as soon as possible and ideally I would like for there

to be the option to have a portal mancer installed for ease of travel.”

Bartholomew paled suddenly and swallowed nervously as Ann spoke, and Adam squeezed her gently.

“One thing at a time, my Queen. Let them get used to the idea that not all daemons are a threat first

They’re going to be on edge anyway because of the prospect of fighting on two fronts. It might not be

wise to push them into this right away.” He suggested soothingly as she sighed in frustration.

“I know, I understand but things would move much quicker if we just got everything done now. Things

need doing now and I don’t see why we can’t just get on with it!”

“I guess it’s true what they say then,” Lexi said suddenly as a slow grin spread across her face and a

wicked twinkle appeared in her eyes as she side-eyed Bartholomew.

“Hmm? What’s that then, dear?” He answered quickly, eager to assuage any of her concerns. “Oh you

know, that you really can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” She sniggered as he blinked in surprise before

his eyes crinkled at the corner as his smile matched her own.

“I resent that, you know.” He chuckled as he wagged his finger admonishingly at her.

“I know you do Barty, that’s why I said it. If the other elders were even half as chilled as you are, then I

don’t think we would have a problem.”

“That may be true Lexi, but we each bring our own strengths to the Enclave.” He grinned in response.

“Whatever,” Lexi grinned, rolling her eyes as she stood from her chair and stretched. “Right, I should go

prepare for this little chat I need to give to people who would probably rather see me dead than listen to

what I have to say. Have fun. I’ll catch you later.”

Ann stood and hugged her before she left and as the door closed behind her, Ann turned to

Bartholomew with a shrewd look on her face.

“So, Bartholomew, would you care to tell me what happened before we arrived?”