Alphas Second Chance Mate Sidonie Carlyle

Chapter 67

DONNIE’S POV

As | 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,” | whispered to myself, the ache in my chest

growing. The idea of bonding with him as his mate had filledwith 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 | couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal. As |

turned to leave, | knew that mending the pieces of my broken heart would take tand understanding. Though,

a part ofwas willing to pay attention to him but | 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, | 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,” | reassured him with a tender smile, attempting to mask the pain in

my eyes.

Mason tilteDONNIE’'S POV

As | 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, | whispered to myself, the ache in my chest

growing. The idea of bonding with him as his mate had filledwith 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 | couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal. As |

turned to leave, | knew that mending the pieces of my broken heart would take tand understanding. Though,

a part ofwas willing to pay attention to him but | 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, | 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, | 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 caughtoff guard, and | hesitated before nodding slightly.

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“Yes, baby, Mama is just a little hurt. But we'll be okay, won't we?” | 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 |

love you.”

His heartfelt words tugged at my heart, and | 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.

| took a deep breath, grappling with conflicting emotions.

“Thank you, Mason, but Mama needs stalone right now. Can you go play for a little bit, sweetheart?” |

suggested, offering him a reassuring smile.

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

“Okay, Mama. I'll be right outside if you need me.” With that, he scampered away, leavingalone. with my

thoughts and the imminent conversation with Carlyle weighing heavily on my mind.

Soon, Mason returned and gavea bunch of flowers which held a note which said, “Let's talk. There's no need

to avoid me.”

| appreciated the flowers due to the vibrant colors and delicate fragrance which seemed to carry an unspoken

invitation, urgingto consider the conversation Carlyle sought.

But reading the note, | felt a pang of emotion. Taking a deep breath, | decided that it wasn’t tto 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, | 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 handedan envelope which I collected.

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

“A guard brought it.”

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Curiosity and caution mingled as | opened the mysterious note. | wondered what unexpected twist awaitedin

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.

| 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 pushedto consider facing him, despite the anger and hurt that brewed within.

In the hushed embrace of the night, | 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 | 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, | 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 becentangled 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 grippedas the mist encircled, a spectral shroud closing in. | glanced around, searching

for a familiar figure, but the garden transformed into an otherworldly realm. Shadows danced aroundwhich |

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 becmuch more thicker, whiskingaway from the known world. The

transition was both swift and surreal, as if | had stepped through a veil separating reality from the unknown. It

didn’t takeanything to realize that | had been kidnapped.

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

His words caughtoff guard, and | hesitated before nodding slightly.

“Yes, baby, Mama is just a little hurt. But we'll be okay, won't we?” | 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 | love

you?

than

His heartfelt words tugged at my heart, and | 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.

| took a deep breath, grappling with conflicting emotions.

“Thank you, Mason, but Mama needs stalone right now. Can you go play for a little bit, sweetheart?” |

suggested, offering him a reassuring smile.

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

“Okay, Mama. I'll be right outside if you need me.” With that, he scampered away, leavingalone with my

thoughts and the imminent conversation with Carlyle weighing heavily on my mind.

Soon, Mason returned and gavea bunch of flowers which held a note which said, “Let's talk. There's no need

to avoid me.”

| appreciated the flowers due to the vibrant colors and delicate fragrance which seemed to carry ant unspoken

invitation, urgingto consider the conversation Carlyle sought..

But reading the note, | felt a pang of emotion. Taking a deep breath, | decided that it wasn’t tto 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.

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Clutching the flowers, | 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 | collected.

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

“A guard brought it.”

Curiosity and caution mingled as | opened the mysterious note. | wondered what unexpected twist awaitedin

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.

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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.

| 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 pushedto consider facing him, despite the anger and hurt that brewed within.

In the hushed embrace of the night, | 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 | 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, | 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 becentangled 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 grippedas the mist encircled, a spectral shroud closing in. | glanced around, searching

for a familiar figure, but the garden transformed into an otherworldly realm. Shadows danced aroundwhich |

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 becmuch more thicker, whiskingaway from the known world. The

transition was both swift and surreal, as if | had stepped through a veil separating reality from the unknown. It

didn’t takeanything to realize that | had been kidnapped.

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