Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

DONNIE’S POV

As I walked away from Carlyle’s, leaving him sitting there alone, the weight of his actions settled heavily on my shoulders. Hurt and confusion swirled within me, and the realization that he had chosen Raina to be with him during his sickness stung like a thousand needles.

“I thought we were finally finding our way back to each other,” I whispered to myself, the ache in my chest growing. The idea of bonding with him as his mate had filled me with hope, but now it seemed like a distant dream shattered by his actions.

The bond we once shared felt fragile, hanging by a thread, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal. As I turned to leave, I knew that mending the pieces of my broken heart would take time and understanding. Though, a part of me was willing to pay attention to him but I couldn’t bear to. Not yet.

Mason who had been playing all alone walked up to me, gently patting the dorsum of my hand in a bid to attract my attention.

“Mama, what’s wrong? You’re crying!” He reached out to cup my cheeks with his little hands as het climbed into my laps.

Blinking back tears, I crouched down to Mason’s eye level, his innocent gaze searching mine.

“Oh, sweetheart, sometimes grown–ups feel sad, just like you might feel sad sometimes. But it’s okay, really. Mama will be fine,” I reassured him with a tender smile, attempting to mask the pain in

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Mason tilteDONNIE’S POV

As I walked away from Carlyle’s, leaving him sitting there alone, the weight of his actions settled heavily on my shoulders. Hurt and confusion swirled within me, and the realization that he had. chosen Raina to be with him during his sickness stung like a thousand needles.

“I thought we were finally finding our way back to each other, I whispered to myself, the ache in my chest growing. The idea of bonding with him as his mate had filled me with hope, but now it seemed like a distant dream shattered by his actions.

The bond we once shared felt fragile, hanging by a thread, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal. As I turned to leave, I knew that mending the pieces of my broken heart would take time and understanding. Though, a part of me was willing to pay attention to him but I couldn’t bear to. Not yet.

Mason who had been playing all alone walked up to me, gently patting the dorsum of my hand in a bid to attract my attention.

“Mama, what’s wrong? You’re crying!” He reached out to cup my cheeks with his little hands as he climbed into my laps.

Blinking back tears, I crouched down to Mason’s eye level, his innocent gaze searching mine.

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“Oh, sweetheart, sometimes grown–ups feel sad, just like you might feel sad sometimes. But it’s okay, really. Mama will be fine, I reassured him with a tender smile, attempting to mask the pain in

my eyes.

Mason tilted his head, his curiosity evident. “Is it because of Alpha Carlyle?”

His words caught me off guard, and I hesitated before nodding slightly.

“Yes, baby, Mama is just a little hurt. But we’ll be okay, won’t we?” I tried to infuse positivity into my words, hoping to shield him from the complexities of adult emotions.

Mason nodded earnestly, his small hand reaching for mine. “Mama, you’re strong. Stronger than anyone. And I love you.”

His heartfelt words tugged at my heart, and I couldn’t help but smile through the tears. “Thank you, my brave boy. Mama loves you too, more than anything in this world.”

“Dad is at the door, Mama. He wants to talk to you,” Mason conveyed innocently, his eyes filled with curiosity.

I took a deep breath, grappling with conflicting emotions.

“Thank you, Mason, but Mama needs some time alone right now. Can you go play for a little bit, sweetheart?” I suggested, offering him a reassuring smile.

Mason nodded reluctantly, not understanding why I said that to him.

“Okay, Mama. I’ll be right outside if you need me.” With that, he scampered away, leaving me alone. with my thoughts and the imminent conversation with Carlyle weighing heavily on my mind.

Soon, Mason returned and gave me a bunch of flowers which held a note which said, “Let’s talk. There’s no need to avoid me.”

I appreciated the flowers due to the vibrant colors and delicate fragrance which seemed to carry an unspoken invitation, urging me to consider the conversation Carlyle sought.

But reading the note, I felt a pang of emotion. Taking a deep breath, I decided that it wasn’t time to face the inevitable and have the conversation that lingered in the air between us. The words on the note stirred a storm of conflicting emotions within me. The idea of being toyed with and the notion that my feelings were deemed less important fueled my anger.

Clutching the flowers, I struggled with whether to confront Carlyle or simply avoid the conversation altogether.

“Ma’am,” Delilah walked in, bowing with respect which I e told her to stop doing whenever she’s in

my presence.

“You have a message.” She handed me an envelope which I collected.

“Who brought this?” I asked, inspecting the envelope for clues of the sender.

“A guard brought it.”

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Curiosity and caution mingled as I opened the mysterious note. I wondered what unexpected twist awaited me in that folded piece of paper.

Upon unfolding the note, the scripted words hinted at Carlyle’s desire to talk and reconcile.

“Meet at the Serene Wert under the moon light.” It read, accompanied with the Alpha seal of Moon Shade. Definitely, it was from Carlyle since no one had the authority to touch his seal without going through him first. The weight of the seal was just like the size of president in the human

world.

Carlyle suggested meeting at the Enchanted Courtyard, a place shrouded in the rumours of ancient love stories. Its serene atmosphere held the essence of a lovers‘ sanctuary, a spot laden with history that heightened the intensity of emotions.

I decided not to go at first but had no choice later on after thinking about it and decided to go. The weight of mixed emotions pushed me to consider facing him, despite the anger and hurt that brewed within.

In the hushed embrace of the night, I walked through the dimly lit path leading to the Enchanted. Courtyard, clutching Carlyle’s hand–drawn map, which seemed to shimmer under the soft moonlight. The air carried an uncanny stillness as I approached the rumored lovers‘ rendezvous and a solitary owl hooted from a distant tree, heightening the sense of mystique.

Upon reaching the Enchanted Courtyard, the moon cast a gentle glow over the meticulously manicured garden. Yet, the place remained desolate. No one was in sight or around. Choosing a stone bench beneath a blossoming magnolia tree, I settled in, waiting for Carlyle’s presence.

Minutes stretched into an agonizing passage of time. The garden suddenly seemed to hold its breath as there was still no sign of life except for my presence. The distant rustle of leaves heightened the suspense. An eerie quiet prevailed, punctuated only by the soft murmur of a nearby fountain.

As the clock ticked towards an hour, my nerves became entangled with a growing unease. The moon, a silent witness to my impatience, cast its silvery glow over the garden. Suddenly, a peculiar mist began to weave through the air, rising from the ground like ethereal tendrils. It moved with a purpose, swaying and curling in a dance that defied nature.

A sense of foreboding gripped me as the mist encircled, a spectral shroud closing in. I glanced around, searching for a familiar figure, but the garden transformed into an otherworldly realm. Shadows danced around me which I couldn’t figure out because my senses were beginning to weaken and the Enchanted Courtyard blurred into an indistinct memory.

In the midst of uncertainty, the mist became much more thicker, whisking me away from the known world. The transition was both swift and surreal, as if I had stepped through a veil separating reality from the unknown. It didn’t take me anything to realize that I had been kidnapped.

d his head, his curiosity evident. “Is it because of Alpha Carlyle?”

His words caught me off guard, and I hesitated before nodding slightly.

“Yes, baby, Mama is just a little hurt. But we’ll be okay, won’t we?” I tried to infuse positivity into my

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words, hoping to shield him from the complexities of adult emotions.

Mason nodded earnestly, his small hand reaching for mine. “Mama, you’re strong. Stronger anyone. And I love you?

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His heartfelt words tugged at my heart, and I couldn’t help but smile through the tears. “Thank you, my brave boy. Mama loves you too, more than anything in this world.”

“Dad is at the door, Mama. He wants to talk to you,” Mason conveyed innocently, his eyes filled with curiosity.

I took a deep breath, grappling with conflicting emotions.

“Thank you, Mason, but Mama needs some time alone right now. Can you go play for a little bit, sweetheart?” I suggested, offering him a reassuring smile.

Mason nodded reluctantly, not understanding why I said that to him.

“Okay, Mama. I’ll be right outside if you need me.” With that, he scampered away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the imminent conversation with Carlyle weighing heavily on my mind.

Soon, Mason returned and gave me a bunch of flowers which held a note which said, “Let’s talk. There’s no need to avoid me.”

I appreciated the flowers due to the vibrant colors and delicate fragrance which seemed to carry ant unspoken invitation, urging me to consider the conversation Carlyle sought..

But reading the note, I felt a pang of emotion. Taking a deep breath, I decided that it wasn’t time to face the inevitable and have the conversation that lingered in the air between us. The words on the note stirred a storm of conflicting emotions within me. The idea of being toyed with and the notion that my feelings were deemed less important fueled my anger.

Clutching the flowers, I struggled with whether to confront Carlyle or simply avoid the

conversation altogether.

“Ma’am,” Delilah walked in, bowing with respect which I e told her to stop doing whenever she’s in

my presence.

“You have a message.” She handed me

an envelope which I collected.

“Who brought this?” I asked, inspecting the envelope for clues of the sender.

“A guard brought it.”

Curiosity and caution mingled as I opened the mysterious note. I wondered what unexpected twist awaited me in that folded piece of paper.

Upon unfolding the note, the scripted words hinted at Carlyle’s désire to talk and reconcile.

“Meet at the Serene Wert under the moon light. It read, accompanied with the Alpha seal of Moon Shade. Definitely, it was from Carlyle since no one had the authority to touch his

seal without going through him first. The weight of the seal was just like the signature of president in the human

world.

Carlyle suggested meeting at the Enchanted Courtyard, a place shrouded in the rumours of ancient love stories. Its serene atmosphere held the essence of a lovers‘ sanctuary, a spot laden with history that heightened the intensity of emotions.

I decided not to go at first but had no choice later on after thinking about it and decided to go. The weight of mixed emotions pushed me to consider facing him, despite the anger and hurt that brewed within.

In the hushed embrace of the night, I walked through the dimly lit path leading to the Enchanted Courtyard, clutching Carlyle’s hand–drawn map, which seemed to shimmer under the soft moonlight. The air carried an uncanny stillness as I approached the rumored lovers‘ rendezvous and a solitary owl hooted from a distant tree, heightening the sense of mystique.

Upon reaching the Enchanted Courtyard, the moon cast a gentle glow over the meticulously manicured garden. Yet, the place remained desolate. No one was in sight or around. Choosing a stone bench beneath a blossoming magnolia tree, I settled in, waiting for Carlyle’s presence.

Minutes stretched into an agonizing passage of time. The garden suddenly seemed to hold its breath as there was still no sign of life except for my presence. The distant rustle of leaves. heightened the suspense. An eerie quiet prevailed, punctuated only by the soft murmur of a nearby fountain.

As the clock ticked towards an hour, my nerves became entangled with a growing unease. The moon, a silent witness to my impatience, cast its silvery glow over the garden. Suddenly, a peculiar mist began to weave through the air, rising from the ground like ethereal tendrils. It moved with a purpose, swaying and curling in a dance that defied nature.

A sense of foreboding gripped me as the mist encircled, a spectral shroud closing in. I glanced around, searching for a familiar figure, but the garden transformed into an otherworldly realm. Shadows danced around me which I couldn’t figure out because my senses were beginning to weaken and the Enchanted Courtyard blurred into an indistinct memory.

In the midst of uncertainty, the mist became much more thicker, whisking me away from the known world. The transition was both swift and surreal, as if I had stepped through a veil separating reality

from the unknown. It didn’t take me anything to realize that I had been kidnapped.

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