Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell
Chapter 227 Different From The Hybrids
Lord Brarthroroz took in Allen’s dour expression with a heavy heart. He could understand the complex emotions that Allen must be feeling, if only because he knew how he felt when his own mate had received more than just passing attention from various men before he revealed himself and claimed her as his own.
His wolf was sure to be driving him insane as well. With even the small amount of information he had about Allen, he knew that he was far from the “roll over and play nice” type of guy and he expected his wolf to be the same.
Yet, what puzzled him was that Allen seemed to be avoiding the issue, rather than confronting it head-on.
“Tell me Allen, have you discussed this with Lexi?” He asked as gently as his deep baritone voice would allow.
He was sure that the two of them sitting together with two bottles of whisky separating them must present an odd sight to the little omegas that scurried about the place, but they did a good job of pretending not to notice.
Allen shook his head miserably.
“No. I can’t bear the thought of it… what if…” he paused and took a long gulp out of his glass, “What if she rejects me?” He whispered in a terrified voice.
Lord Brarthroroz suppressed the chuckle that he felt rising in his chest. It had been a long time since he had seen a drunk wolf and they always went one of two ways, either incredibly angry or incredibly insecure. It only ever seemed to be the females that turned into happy drunks.
“I can assure you, that would not be an option for my daughter. She may be many things, brazen, headstrong, smart-mouthed, and willful, but she is not stupid or cruel.”
“But how do you know?” Allen whispered hoarsely as he leaned across the table eagerly, his hand wobbling dangerously as he clutched the glass, causing his whisky to escape the sides with its erratic movements.
“If she had wanted to reject you, then she would have done it when you finally pulled your head out of your ass and accepted her as your mate.” He drawled in a matter-of-fact tone with a dry smile. Allen blinked at him with his red-rimmed eyes and Lord Brarthroroz sighed again. “Look, even if she has two mates… I know my daughter well enough to know that she wouldn’t favor either one of you. You would both receive her undivided attention in equal measures if that’s what you or your wolf is concerned about.”
Allen frowned and sat back heavily in his chair, staring contemplatively into his glass again. “I think it’s a cruel trick for the fates to play by giving me someone who I have to share.” He mumbled miserably.
“Have you ever considered that it’s because no one person can actually handle her or give her what she needs?”
Allen snorted.
“She’s not that difficult to handle.” He grinned with a dismissive wave of his hand. “With her abilities under wraps, sure. But if she loses control and they break free… what then?”
Lord Brarthroroz hissed as he leaned across the table and lowered his voice, “ Do you really think one person will be able to reign in the power that she has suppressed inside of her?! She needs to be safe and protected and controlled if the worst should happen!”
Allen looked up at him with a puzzled expression as he struggled to wrap his head around what was being said.
“Power? What are you talking about?” he muttered as Lord Brarthroroz ran his hands down his face in frustration.
“Look, this isn’t the place to talk about it Allen, my daughter has enough enemies just by being who she is. Above everything else, she needs to be kept safe.”
Allen frowned and rubbed his eye in irritations he tried desperately to focus on Lexi’s father. He knew what he was saying was important, but he couldn’t make the words sink in thanks to the amount of whiskey that he had downed already on a practically empty stomach.
Lord Brarthroroz looked at him with an expression of disdain momentarily and muttered under his breath something that Allen didn’t quite catch, but was sure was not complimentary about his current condition.
‘I’m sorry.” he mumbled as he swayed dangerously in his chair.
“Look, let me take you back to your room, you’re going to get yourself in trouble if you stay here much longer and you’re in no condition to defend yourself, or Lexi if you do…”
Allen protested weakly as Lord Brarthroroz easily lifted his large frame from the chair and steered him forcefully towards the door, tipping the omegas on the way out for their patience and care. Allen sniggered at the way they swooned and batted their eyelashes at the enormous daemon lord but straightened his face quickly as soon as he registered the disappointed glare that was being sent his way.
Allen allowed himself to be half carried and half dragged back to the doors of his bedroom and as they stood outside the doors to Allen and Lexi’s bedroom, Lord Brarthroroz hesitated, before changing his mind and steering him towards his own quarters.
“Hey! I thought I was going to my room!” Allen objected noisily as he was pushed through the doors to Lord Brarthroroz’s suite and landed face-first, onto Lord Brarthroroz’s couch.
“We were.” Lord Brarthroroz observed with an emotionless voice, “But you’re completely hammered and I want you to hear this before I send you into the same room that my daughter is going to be in very shortly.”
Allen fought with the cushions as he scrabbled wildly against the material and managed to push himself into a sitting position, looking rather the worse for wear. Once he had found some semblance of stability, it took his full effort to maintain eye contact with Lexi’s father who took a seat just opposite him, passing him a cool glass of water that he had poured only seconds earlier.
“Thank you,” Alien grinned brightly, before his face drooped back into a serious expression, remembering suddenly why he was here.
Lord Brarthroroz rolled his eyes to the ceiling in despair and willed himself to gather his composure. He wanted to slap the drunk out of the stupid Beta that sat before him, but he was trying his best to remain understanding of the fact that not everyone had centuries of wisdom to draw from.
“It’s like this Allen,” he stated finally, “Lexi most likely needs two mates because she is a hybrid.”
Allen frowned.
“Then why don’t all hybrids need two mates? I don’t know of anyone else in the kingdom that’s a hybrid, and that has two mates.” Allen interjected quickly, his words slurring together in a jumbled mess. “I’m getting to it Beta, if you would let me finish…” Lord Brarthroroz hissed through clenched teeth.
“Right, sorry about that.” Allen grimaced as he hung his head in shame.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush here Allen okay? It’s far more complicated than I can explain to you in this state, and you are far too drunk to comprehend what I am trying to get across to you in its entirety.” He said carefully as he held his gaze steadily, “Lexi has two souls, Allen. Two parts to her. She isn’t like other hybrids.”