Alpha Nocturne's Contracted Mate

Chapter 287 These Six Will Help You

Allen and Lexi made their way back into the main room and quickly realized that Greyson was nowhere to be found. Lexi was a little embarrassed regarding the sympathetic glances and understanding smiles that many of the females here threw her way, but it also helped her feel a little better about the whole thing.

Greyson had seemed so understanding and generally a nice guy when she had first met him, and she had quickly come to the conclusion that the part of him that was Lycan, the near feral, primal beast that lurked inside of him, was both terrifying and exhilaratingly exciting in it’s dangerousness.

As they chatted amongst themselves and Lexi listened to a discussion about the recent foray into the closest villages for supplies and rescue, the door to the stairwell opened and Lord Brarthroroz emerged with a deep scowl on his face.

“Where’s Greyson?” He asked abruptly as he looked around expectantly for an answer.

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“He just stepped out for a few minutes Papa,” Lexi answered hastily as he snorted in disbelief.

“At a time like this?” He snapped irritably.

Lexi wasn’t sure how she was supposed to explain what had happened without outing him to her own father, but she felt the weight of everyone’s stares as she desperately tried to come up with an excuse.

“Well…” she began, but was cut off by the door at the opposite end of the room opening, revealing a much calmer looking Greyson.

“I’m here, sorry about that.” He said quickly as he locked eyes with Lexi momentarily while he approached the group, before tearing them away and focusing on Lord Brarthroroz again.

“Good! I don’t think it’s wise to have the Cambion’s pass your people here, I’d rather avoid any unpleasantness if possible so if you wouldn’t mind vacating the area, just until their h*andlers have them out of here and on the way to cause mayhem at the containment facility, I would much appreciate it.” Lord Brarthroroz informed them off-h*andedly.

Lexi, Allen and Greyson began to shepherd everyone outside and to a presumably safe distance as the Cambions and h*andlers moved past them in an almost perfect convoy.

Lexi smiled ironically to herself as she watched both Allen’s and Greyson’s gaze zero in on a beautiful female, built like an absolute goddess as she strode confidently ahead, with a smoldering gaze cast towards where the shifters had assembled.

They shifted uncomfortably on the spot as Lexi snorted when, with a quick glance, she noticed them hastily trying to cover their groins and hide their raging erections from view.

She leaned in closely to Greyson’s ear with a vengeful smirk on her face. “Perhaps I should rage and hold you responsible for something that you have absolutely zero control over,” She purred quietly as Greyson’s cheeks suddenly became furiously flushed.

“I’m sorry, Lexi. I didn’t understand …” he murmured softly as his eyes remained glued to the intoxicating allure of the female Cambion.

“There’s a lot that you do not understand about daemons as a whole, Greyson, but what you should understand is the mate bond. The trust should be implicit and if you carry on the way that you are heading with your Alpha male and Lycan bulls*hit, then do not expect me to tolerate it without consequence.”

“Understood.” He ground out with a curt nod of his head.

The h*andlers quickly diverted the Cambion’s gaze, much to its disgust, and a seductive whisper rippled across the air that sent goosebumps down their spines.

Lexi snorted. The single word,’ play’, dragged out breathlessly and dripping in desire and need held the promise of the best time of your life, but hid the secret of your death. The people at the containment facility wouldn’t know what hit them.

As Allen’s and Greyson’s locked stares were broken, they seemed to sag with relief, readjusting themselves uncomfortably, along with the rest of the males in the vicinity.

“What the f**k was that?” A male voice rose from behind them.

“A cambion.” Lexi answered simply, “A well developed one at that. I won’t go into further detail but it should be enough to know that what you think you wanted a few moments ago would have resulted in your death only moments later. Hence my father wanted those who would be affected to move to safety.”

Lord Brarthroroz emerged from the building and gestured for them to return back to the safety of the building.

“Now, I’d like to introduce to the six man team that will be searching for the next entrance, and infiltrating the tunnels below as far as possible.” He said as the shifters assembled back inside and began going about their business as usual, “If you would like to collect your teams and bring them downstairs, you’ll be able to see who not to attack once we begin the assault.”

Once the respective members who were planned to be part of the main assault were assembled, they followed Greyson down to where Lord Brarthroroz, Lexi and Allen were waiting, eyeing the six, very ordinary looking people beside them with suspicion.

“They don’t look like anything special,” one of the guards at the front snorted, “No offense, but they look far weaker than any of us. How are they supposed to…”

His words were cut off as one of the mimics dashed forward with lightning speed and wrapped one h*and around his neck, lifting him effortlessly off the floor as it scratched its head.

“No offense taken, little wolf.” It purred dangerously as its features began to shift and change, melding to mirror the face of the guard that it held aloft perfectly, “perhaps this little demonstration will convince you that Lord Brarthroroz is astute in his choices.” it continued with a smirk.

“That’s enough,” Lord Brarthroroz said calmly amidst a background of horrified gasps and murmurs.

The mimic beamed widely, as it let go of the shifter and dropped him unceremoniously to the floor, where he clutched at his neck and growled weakly towards where the mimic had retreated.

“Oh, for f***s sake, pipe down puppy.” Lexi snapped irritably, “You all really need to stop judging a book by its cover and actually trusting the people that your damn Alpha Queen has sent to help you.”

“These six will help you, and all wear an identifying choker around their necks with amber stones set in the horns that will carry the scent of one of your leaders, so that you can distinguish them easily. It is your choice who you choose to nominate. Whether it is Greyson, Allen or Lexi, the choice is yours. I would prefer it if you chose someone who didn’t inspire the feeling of wanting to rip their faces off though.” Lord Brarthroroz smiled.

The general consensus was that Greyson’s scent would be preferential, as they had all been working under him for weeks at this point, and it was easily recognisable to all of the people assembled here.

Once the amber had been scent marked by affixing a few of Greyson’s hairs behind the setting, the mimic’s were briefed on the locations and set off without further delay.

“Now what?” Lexi asked as she looked across at her father.

“Now we wait. In a few hours we will know whether or not we are entering one of the ruins and taking them by surprise, or whether or not we will have to mount a full offensive on the containment facility.” Lord Brarthroroz answered as his face settled into a grim expression that promised that either outcome would see the end of something that should have finished long ago.