Alphas Second Chance Mate Sidonie Carlyle

Chapter 108

Standing in the restroom, my mind swirled with conflicting thoughts as | contemplated my next move. Should |

leave? Or play it safe by hiding myself since | have hidden my scent? No! That won't work. | knew that leaving

the wedding reception was the safest option, but the thought of abandoning Donald weighed heavily on my

mind. With a deep breath, | resolved to follow through with my decision.

“Leaving is the safest option. | can’t risk exposing myself any further.” | muttered to myself softly.

Emerging from the restroom, my expression was resolute as | approached Donald, who waited anxiously nearby.

“Are you fine now?” He asked, scanning my face to see if | was okay.

“Yes, | am. But I'll be leaving now.”

“Amelia, what's wrong? Why do you want to leave?” Concern etched on his face as he stars atintently.

My resolve wavered slightly as Donald's pleading gaze met mine. That was what | didn’t want.

“Donald, | appreciate your concern, but | need to go. It's for the best.” | could tell him about Canthra Minerva,

Not when | had no idea how she was related to Moon Shadow and what her aim there was.

Donald reached out to touch my arm, his voice filled with urgency.

“But why? You've barely spent any twith me. Could it be that you're uncomfortable here?” He asked softly

with anxiety.

“No, it's not that, Donald.”

“Please, stay a little longer, then.”

| hesitated a bit, torn between my desire to respect Donald's invitation and the need to safeguard myself.

“I can’t, Donald. It's complicated, but trust me, leaving is the right choice.” | said, standing my ground.

Donald's expression softened as he realized that | wasn’t going back on my words. He stepped back, his eyes

searching mine for answers.

“Okay, | won't push you. Just... promiseyou'll be safe.”

I nodded, gratitude shining in my eyes as | offered him a small smile.

“I promise. Thank you, Donald.” | said with remorse. Deep down in my mind, | promised to make it up to him but

I didn’t say a word about it. With my identity, anything could happen on the spur of the moment and I didn’t

want to make promises | wouldn't fulfill.

With one last glance, | turned and made my way towards the exit, my heart heavy with the weight of my

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decision but resolved in my determination to protect the most prior thing.

| haven't walked far when Donald's voice suddenly broke through my thoughts, causingto pause in my steps

up to me.

“Wait, Amelia. Don’t go just yet.” He said eagerly, hastening up

| turned to face him, surprised as | waited for him to continue.

“What is it, Donald?”

Donald stepped closer to me, his eyes shining with determination.

“Why don’t you cback to my place for a while? We can spend sttogether, just the two of us.”

Thinking about it, my initial instinct was to decline, but | hesitated, considering Donald's offer. After a moment of

contemplation, | nodded in agreement. That would be favourable foras | would escape Canthra Minerva’s

gaze and | could possibly try to get information about how she was related to Moon Shadow.

“That sounds like a good idea. Thank you, Donald.”

Donald's face lit up with a smile as he gestured forto follow him.

“Great! Let's go.” He said.

| followed Donald out of the reception area, my mind racing with thoughts of what awaitedat his home. As

we walked, | turned to him with a question.

“What about your duties at the reception? Won't you be needed?” | asked.

Donald waved off my concerns with a casual shrug.

“I've already arranged for someone to take over my duties. Don’t worry about it.” He said and | nodded, feeling a

sense of relief at his reassurance.

With a newfound sense of anticipation, | follows him as we made our way towards his home, eager to see what

the rest of the evening held in store.

Donald's cozy living room was bathed in warm lamplight. | stood by the window, admiring the view, while Donald

busied himself in the kitchen preparing refreshments.

“Your his beautiful, and humble” | commented, taking in the fresh scent of his home.

“Thank you.” He replied.

“Would you like stea, Amelia? Or perhaps a snack?” He asked from the kitchen.

“No, thank you, Donald. I'm not really hungry.” | replied.

Donald cout from the kitchen with a tray of refreshments in his hand, and set it down on the table.

“Are you sure you're not eating? You didn’t eat much at the wedding.”

“Oh, I'm sure. But if you're offering yourself as a snack, | might reconsider.” | decided to trade him.

Donald chuckled at my playful remark, his eyes twi nkling with amusement.

“I'm flattered, but | don’t think I'd make a very appetizing snack.”

Leaving the window side, | walked over to him. “Are you sure about that, Donald?”

| playfully pressed him against the wall with a mischievous glint in my eyes as | leaned in closer.

“I think you're quite delicious.”

Donald swallowed on nothing before his laughter filled the room as he playfully pushedaway, pretending to

be shocked.

“Hey, babe, no need to make expensive jokes like that!” He whispered, avoiding my gaze. Sincerely, it was good

teasing him. If only | could have him to myself without restraint. He was a really good one.

We continued to banter and playfully tease each other as our laughter filled the room as we enjoy each other's

company.

Sitting across from each other in the room, | decided to change the topic.

“So, Donald, who exactly is this Athena woman to you guys?”

“Why the sudden interest in Athena?” He raised an eyebrow curiously.

“Oh, it’s nothing. | was just curious, that’s all. She seems to have a special relationship with Sidonnie.” | said

quickly, not wanting to sound suspicious.

“Ah, | see.” He nodded. “Well, Athena is actually Sidonnie’s godmother. She's been a close family friend for a few

years now.”

Now, things were getting interesting. Canthra Minerva was known as Athena by the Moon Shadow Royals and it

wasn't just a new relationship. It was a few years one.

“When did the relationship happen? If you don’t mindasking, of course.”

“It’s a bit of a long story, but | don’t mind sharing. It all started when Carlyle and Sidonnie... well, let's just say

they had a complicated history.”

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| listened intently as Donald recounted the tale of Carlyle and Sidonnie’s tumultuous past, how they initially

denied their mate bond and the consequences that followed,

“...That’s crazy.” | paid rapt attention to his tale.

“Yes, it is. After Sidonnie left her home, pregnant and alone, Athena was there for her. She offered support and

guidance when Sidonnie needed it most.”

“I see. So, Athena played a significant role in Sidonnie’s life during that difficult time.”

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“Absolutely.” Donald affirmed. “Without Athena's help, Sidonnie might have faced even greater challenges on her

own. She's been like a second mother to Sidonnie, always there when she needed her.”

| nodded, taking in the gravity of Donald's words. | realized the depth of the bond between Sidonnie and Athena

and silently began placing the possible puzzles together which I still couldn't match up. The calculations weren’

adding up, givingthe urge to find out more.

But how? | definitely can’t pressure Donald about it anymore be a use i didn’t want him to get suspicious.

“What about Sidonnie’s child? Didn't he survive?” | asked, trying to see if our conversation could develop more

forto probably get what | want.

“Mason? Mason is fine. He survived

Don’t worry, you'll meet him soon.”

“Mason! That's a nice name.”

“Of course it is. It's a nice nfor a cute guy, you know.” He winked at me. “Now, let's talk about you.” Donald

changed position to sit beside me.

“What about me?” | turned to face him.

“How many guys have you met before me?” Donald asked.

“What?” | couldn’t help but show my surprise. Was he really asking he that? “You really know how to throw

surprises, right?”

“You don’t want to answer?” He leaned closer, teasing me.

“Depends on you!” | stood up, moving away from him. | looked around and | noticed that his house was a bit

wide enough for a run around play.

“Catchif you can” | winked at him, urging him to cafter me.