Alphas Second Chance Mate Sidonie Carlyle

Chapter 53

DONNIE’S POV

The first tCarlyle inquired about Mason, a sudden pang of anxiety gripped me. For a fleeting moment, |

feared he had discovered the truth, that he knew Mason's paternity. My mind raced so fast, conjuring scenarios

of how to navigate the delicate conversation that might follow.

“Why do you ask?” | responded cautiously, attempting to gauge the intention behind his question. Carlyle’s

expression held no traces of revelation but merely a curiosity that seemed innocuous.

“I noticed he’s quite cute and jovial. | saw the way he played with Athena the last t| was here.” Carlyle

replied casually, his attention momentarily shifting to a distant point.

Mason had called my attention to Athena's call and | had left him with Carlyle with the hope that things weren't

going to go awry. Carlyle thought | was hesitant because of Mason's safety but it was way more than that for me.

| attended to Athena's needs which was forto provide sdrugs | produced the previous day as the

customers who ordered them were around for the collection.

Returning to the garden where | was initially, a stern question was thrown at me.

“Why did you lie to me?” Carlyle’s stern voice sounded hurt as he queried me. | wasn’t expecting such a reaction

from him at all and | tried figuring out what happened within the little tthat | left. My gaze darted between

him and Mason, trying to figure out something but I couldn't.

From Carlyle’s further queries, | was able to tell that he had taken the hint from the way Mason addressed me

before I left. Damn! How could | have missed that? How could I not think of it?

Anyway, it was about to go down but it wasn't too late. Just when | was thinking of what to tell Carlyle and make

him forget the matter, Mason had to interrupt. Normally, he’s not one to speak in front of outsiders but him

being free with Carlyle was a bit weird as it aroused my suspicion. It madenervous too.

Making my anxiety and nervousness increase, was when Carlyle mentioned that he had a feeling of closeness

and familiarity with Mason. Could it be a feeling, the bond? Did he know about Mason's identity? Carlyle wouldn't

pesterthat much if he didn’t have a definite cause or reason to.

Have | missed out on something? Perhaps, did he carry out the Moon Shade paternity tradition of detecting

whose child a Moon Shade werewolf is? Hell no! That couldn't be.

After a while of playing dumb, coupled with Mason's incessant interruption, | had to tell him.

“Are you saying I'm Mason's father?” He asked to my amazement, pissingoff.

As the tension mounted, Carlyle’s straightforward question hitlike a verbal slap. How could he be so

oblivious to the hints and implications? Frustration mingled with a growing sense of irritation as | grappled with

the need to navigate this delicate revelation.

“Are you saying I'm Mason's father?” His apparent confusion leftincredulous. Was he truly oblivious, or was

this a strategic play to forceinto a corner?

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The disbelief in my response was genuine, though laced with a tinge of exasperation.

“If it’s not you, then who else?” | answered.

That's impossible! He retorted, his words sharp and defensive.

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In that tense moment, | found myself questioning Carlyle’s intentions. Was he intentionally. feigning ignorance,

or was the truth so inconceivable to him that he couldn't fathom the reality beneath the surface?

Everything went silent between us for a while as Carlyle gave my words a thought. Then, one thing. happened!

The very one thing that madenot want to tell him about Mason in the first place.

“Will you go back to Moon Shade with me?” He asked, and | was scared. It didn’t take a long while. before |

responded to him.

Carlyle’s question hung in the air like a heavy fog, dense with unspoken implications. The prospect of returning

to Moon Shade brought forth a surge of fear that grippedtightly. It wasn’t a decision to be made lightly; it

was a complex web of responsibilities, expectations, and the ghosts of my past.

The fear of facing my parents, assuming the role of Carlyle’s mate with i

inherent responsibilities, and raising Mason from the familiar grounds he had known in another place all of a

sudden, all added layers of anxiety.

Becoming Carlyle’s Luna, a position that | knew would inevitably follow up, carried its own weight and challenges

too. And | doubted that | was ready for it, neither was Mason.

As these thoughts churned in my mind, | felt the weight of the decision pressing down on me.

In that moment of vulnerability, | uttered a resolute “No.” The word, though brief, carried the weight of my

apprehensions and the overwhelming uncertainties that loomed on the horizon.

Carlyle’s persuasive words echoed in my ears, each plea tugging at the edges of my resolve. The weight of his

expectations and the compelling nature of his arguments sought to break down the barriers | had erected. Yet, |

clung to my decision, fortified by the fears and uncertainties that lurked beneath the surface.

Just as the tension reached its peak, Athena, my trusted godmother, entered the conversation. Her attempts at

persuasion added another layer of complexity to the unfolding . | felt a pang of betrayal, a realization that

she, too, was aware of my fears and hesitations. Her encouragement to return with Carlyle seemed like a breach

of the sanctuary | had sought in her understanding.

For a moment, | grappled with conflicting emotions-betrayal, frustration, and a sense of being cornered. The

intricate dynamics of the situation painted a complex portrait of relationships. strained by expectations and the

clash of individual desires.

“Sidonnie, Carlyle needs you so much at this moment, your pack needs you too, you should know they just

suffered an attack. If you won't go back because of Mason, go back to fulfill the duties assigned to you by the

moon goddess.”

“Wait! Did you just mention that Moon Shade suffered an attack?” | asked, taking my tto take a

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look at Carlyle’s whose eyebrows were furrowed too.

“Yes, they did!”

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“How did you know about that?” Carlyle who was silent all along asked with a familiar prepared

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