Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate
Chapter 226

Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell

Chapter 226 Fate Can Be Changed

Allen satin one of the quieter bar areas staring morosely at the bottle of whisky in front of him wishing

desperately that he hadn’t laid eyes on the scene that greeted him when he poked his head around the

door to make sure that Lexi was okay.

He had run into Ann in the corridor on his way back with Adam, and she had filled them in on the less-

than-desirable outcome of the council meeting. He was furious for her and also concerned. She might

be a tough cookie, but somewhere, underneath all that hard exterior was s fragile woman, he was sure

of it.

As soon as Ann had mentioned just how bothered she had been, Allen made his excuses and setoff to

the training room that Ann had pointed him to.

He hadn’t intended to interrupt her, not unless she was really upset, but his wolf was restless and he

just had to make sure that she was okay.

But when he had poked his head around the door, and seen Greyson with her…

He wasn’t proud of it, but he fled.

Orvar was furious that another male had his hands on what he claimed as his, but they both knew that

Greyson had claimed Lexi as his too. If they truly were both her mates, then there was no way that she

would have been able to resist him.

The thought didn’t comfort Orvar too much though and he wanted the blood of the man who had defiled

his mate.

So as his mind whirred with scenario after scenario, he found himself at the only place where he could

think on his own without interruptions. After all, no one wanted to disturb a man who was slamming

down shot after shot of whisky with a bottle or two on the table in front of him.

The omega’s were good to him though. Bringing him snacks and leaving them on the table wordlessly,

sensing that he had zero inclination to discuss what was on his mind. ‘Where’s your pride?’ Orvar

snapped sullenly, ‘Your sat here trying to reason that she has two mates, but the Goddess only

chooses one for wolves!’

‘Not always. There area few instances…’

‘BUT WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE OUR MATE?!’ He roared furiously, ‘If you would have just marked

her this would never have happened.’

‘That’s bullshit Orvar. Even if we marked her and claimed her as our own, that doesn’t cancel out the

claim of another fated mate…you know that.’ Allen replied wearily.

‘Just because I know that doesn’t mean I have to accept it lying down. Are you seriously okay with the

idea of her being pounded by another man?’ Orvar pressed relentlessly.

‘Whether I’m okay with it or not, makes no difference. If she truly has two mates, then it is obviously the

Godesses will. Do you want to argue with heron her plans for our life?’

‘I am not taking sloppy seconds,’ Orvar growled furiously.

‘So you’re happy to just let her go and forget about her? Happy to live a long life without our fated mate

by our side because you couldn’t swallow your pride and accept what fate has in store for us?’

‘Fate can be changed,’ Orvar grumbled moodily, still refusing to accept what he was hearing. ‘Then you

will have to reject her yourself and I’m telling you now Orvar, I don’t agree with it. Despite your

tendency to be an arsehole, you don’t have it in you to reject her so that’s not an option.’

‘Pfft. Who are you calling an arsehole? I’m not your reflection you know…’ Orvar grumbled quietly

before huffing loudly and settling into a sullen silence as he slunk to the back of Alien’s mind. ‘Fine.

Drink yourself into oblivion you stupid little s**t. See if I care. Don’t expect my help with your colossal

hangover in the morning.’

‘Bite me,’ Allen muttered in response as he tipped his head back and poured another shot of the fiery

liquid down his throat.

The fog that was slowly descending over his frantic thoughts was doing a good job of calming them,

and he relished the silence as his mind seemed to empty of all concerns.

But the silence didn’t last for long as the doors to the bar opened and Lord Brarthroroz strolled in

casually, took one look at Allen, and with a heavy sigh accompanied by a colossal eye roll, made his

way over.

“You okay there bud?” Lord Brarthroroz asked as he picked one of the bottles up from the table and

sniffed it gingerly, before inspecting the label closely.

Allen opened his mouth to respond but paused, closing his mouth and staring at him silently with a

deep frown.

No matter how he phrased it in his head, he couldn’t seem to replace a way that he thought might be

appropriate to tell him that he had walked in on Lexi with another man’s hands down her pants. Lord

Brarthroroz snorted as he took in Alien’s complicated expression and unscrewed the bottle with another

heavy sigh.

“That look tells me it’s a female-related problem that’s bothering you… and a complicated one at that.”

He said, pausing to take a long pull from the bottle and staring levelly at Allen as he placed it back on

the table, “Considering the only female around here likely to give you any trouble is my wayward

daughter, I feel like now is a good time for you to talk about what’s on your mind.”

“It’s a little difficult to discuss with you… sir,” Allen mumbled as he inspected the empty glass he held in

his hand.

“Well,” Lord Brarthroroz said jovially, “the chances are that you won’t remember any of this in the

morning, so it won’t really matter anyway.” He grinned as he poured Allen a fresh glass of whisky. Allen

sighed heavily.

“I suppose you’re right. I’m just at a bit of a loss.” He tried to explain as he shifted awkwardly in his

seat, trying to phrase this next bit as delicately as he could, “I know that you’re aware of the possibility

of Lexi having two mates, and I’m fairly sure that the other man is Commander Greyson. I

inadvertently… walked in on them in… well… in the middle of… well… you know…”

“Ah.” Lord Brarthroroz said simply as he stared at him. “I can see why you wear this complicated

expression now.”