Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

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CARLYLE’S POV

“Do you have the right to treat every girl you sleep with anyhow just because you’re an

Alpha?” The question rang in my cars consistently as I thought of what my reply would be.

Having thought about how we came to be far apart over the years, I realized so many

things of which wronging Donnie in the first place was one.

“I’m indeed wrong, Donnie. I was at a loss on what to do back then. The feelings and

worries were so overwhelming for me and I ended up thinking that was the best thing for

me to do.”

“Since that’s your choice, everyone should suffer the consequences of their choices.” She

heaved a sigh with a tone of finality but I wasn’t ready to let go that way until we finally

resolved whatever misunderstanding was between us.

“Sidonnie, I really need you as my Luna. I want us to get mated. I want you as mine.” I

earnestly expressed my feelings, hoping to convey the sincerity of my feelings.

“On what basis, Alpha Carlyle? If I hadn’t turned out to be your mate or if you didn’t have

issues with your so–called love, would you search for me?” Her question struck at the

heart of my intentions, exposing the underlying complexities of our connection.

“That’s a question I can’t deny, and I’m sorry for not seeking you out sooner. The

circumstances were not ideal, but that doesn’t change the fact that we are mates. Fate

has intertwined our lives, and I want to make things right between us,” I confessed,

acknowledging my mistakes, which was no doubt one thing that led us there. I should.

have known better than to treat a fragile girl who lost her virginity to me the way I did.

Her expression remained guarded, and it was evident that trust needed to be rebuilt. Not

the trust as an Alpha, but as someone she could reply on, her the things she wants and

needs in every way.

Someone who can grant

“I know I messed up, Sidonnie. But we can’t change the past. We can, however, shape our

future. Please, let’s find a way to move forward together,” I implored, hoping to bridge the

gap that had widened over the years.

Sidonnie’s eyes bore into mine, assessing the sincerity of my words.

“Please, I need my Luna right now with the current situation of the pack. I want you to be

one. There could be other reasons I want you too, but I want you to know that I sincerely

want this bond between us to bloom into something beautiful, something beneficial for the

pack.”

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After a long while of silence which I didn’t bother to interrupt, she heaved a sigh. I knew

she was thinking it through before she gave me her response and I allowed her the

chance. It must be be willing agreement and not otherwise.

She raised her gaze at me, without saying anything and just stared at me.

“It’s fine, Alpha Carlyle, but I need time. Time to process everything that has happened,

time to gauge your sincerity, and time to decide whether I can trust this connection.

between us,” Sidonnie finally spoke, her words measured and reflective.

“I understand, Sidonnie. Take the time you need,” I replied, appreciating her honesty. This

wasn’t just about the pack; it was about our shared destiny and the potential for a future

together.

Sidonnie nodded, acknowledging my words. “I’ll let you know once I’ve reached a decision.

But remember, this doesn’t erase the past. We’ll have to address our history before we

can truly move forward.”

I respected her stance and agreed.

“I’m willing to do that and work towards a better future, Sidonnie. Whenever you’re ready,

we can talk openly about everything. But we’re cool right?” I needed assurance that she

wouldn’t turn me down.

“Of course, Alpha, we are.” She flashed me a smile which I reciprocated. At least, I now

have hope that things would turn out well for us both if we played our roles right.

“So, I have to get going.” She muttered, and I nodded my head in accordance with her

words. She went over to pick up her basket of flowers, backing it while covering her nose

with her handkerchief once again after having removed it from her nose while we

conversed.

“What’s the name of that flower, Sidonnie? It has a lovely fragrance,” I remarked. Without

hesitation, she hurried to my side, taking the bloodstained handkerchief from me and

skillfully wrapping it around my nose. Though I had the impulse to remove it, she pressed

her hand on my nose, signaling me not to.

“Don’t,” she whispered, shaking her head, and I gestured with my hands, questioning her

choice.

“Why is that?” I queried, getting irritated by the stained handkerchief on my nose.

“It’s the White Dasier!” She informed me.

The white Dasier?” I asked with my eyes widened, touching the flowers while taking a

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good look at the flower which could also be used as an herb,

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“Yes, it’s the White Daisier,” she confirmed, her eyes following my gaze as I examined the

flowers. The delicate petals seemed to captivate my attention, momentarily distracting

me from the ongoing conversation.

It was indeed the White Dasier. The rumoured immortal flower of the Canthrastras which is

said to increase their powers upon inhaling its fragrance but locks other supernatural

beings into their greed and desires the moment they inhale it.

I took a brief look at Sidonnie upon realization. How did she get to know about this flower?

Why did she come to pick it? Though the White Dasier has such magical effects, it could

be used by other beings as a cure to some critical illnesses.

As the silence lingered between us, Sidonnie broke it with a concerned tone. “Is something

wrong?” Her eyes held nothing but curiosity and worry, seeking an explanation for the

prolonged quietness.

“Nothing much, it’s beautiful.” I replied her with a reassuring smile. I chose to downplay

the matter, not wanting to burden her with the intricacies of the flower. The smile,

however, hid a hint of hesitation, as if there was more to say.

With a delicate gesture, she covered her nose, a subtle indication that she was well aware

of the flower’s dangers.

“Yes, it is. But it’s very dangerous too,” she added cautiously.

“What do you mean dangerous?” I inquired. There was a genuine curiosity in my voice,

seeking to unravel the mystery behind her caution. I wanted to know what she knew about

the White Dasier.

She began to unveil the flower’s secrets.

“I asked the same question too. Athena told me it allures one into the land of greed,

making them exude their bad inner thoughts, and she said this was the only place I could

see it.” The gravity in her words was underscored by the subtle furrowing of her brows, an

expression revealing her understanding of the flower’s dual nature.

“She’s right. Though it could be beneficial, it’s also harmful,” my tone carried a note of

wisdom, hinting at a deeper understanding of the flower’s complexities without delving

into specifics as I acknowledged her words.

Curiosity struck me, and I asked, “Who is Athena?”

“She’s my Godmother. She helped me when I left Moon Shade, and she has been my

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rock of survival since then. Always playing a parent role to me. The warmth in her voice

reflected the deep gratitude she held for Athena, while her eyes conveyed a sense of

reliance on this mysterious figure.

“She must be a nice person,” I remarked, adding a touch of admiration to my tone.

With a thoughtful expression, Donnie affirmed, “Yes, she is. But something about her

keeps me curious for the past three years.” There was a subtle furrow in her brows.

Intrigued, I probed further, “What’s that?”

Her response revealed the depth of mystery,

“Her identity remains a mystery. She’s definitely not human, but she isn’t a werewolf

either. I asked her several times, but she would laugh it off without replying.” There was a

tinge of frustration in her voice, accompanied by a hint of amusement at Athena’s

evasiveness.

“That’s weird,” I remarked, sharing in her bewilderment, my voice echoing a mix of

curiosity and intrigue.

I know, right. But the most important thing is that she’s nice. It’s better that way. She

must have her reasons for keeping her identity from everyone.”

Her concluding words carried a sense of acceptance, acknowledging the unspoken

soundaries around Athena’s mysterious existence.

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