Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

The bad news.

Sidonie’s POV

“Donnie, get back here!” My father yelled as I stormed toward the door that led out of the living room. My mother stood beside him, her lips pressed into a firm line and her brown eyes glared at me.

The very brown eyes I had inherited from her.

“No, I will not!” I screamed back at him, baring my teeth in anger. “I cannot believe you two!”

“What exactly can you not believe?” Mom asked, folding her arms. She only did that when she was done with my antics and from the look on her face, she certainly was fed up.

That made two of us.

I was fed up with my parents constantly thinking they could make every single decision on my behalf!

“How could you two marry me off without my consent?! That’s… That’s so old school! Nobody does that shit anymore!”

“You will watch your language, young lady!” Dad snarled, pointing at me menacingly. I didn’t care. I was too damned angry to care. “We made that decision in your best interest! The Alpha of Alphas has asked that you be his bride. It is an honor, Sidonie!”

“I don’t give a shit about honor!” I snapped. “I don’t care who he is. What about my true mate? What about experiencing that? What happens when my true mate comes along?”

not everyone gets to meet their mates.” My mother said, her brown eyes softening slightly. “That rarely happens these days. Marrying the Alpha is the best way to secure

mean it won’t happen to

that fixed everything. “We’ve set up a meeting and you two

said as defiantly as I could, my black hair whipping all over the place. It had always been my dream to meet my true

wanted love and passion and madness and everything in between! Not some stone-cold betrothal

could you make such a decision for me?” I asked, lowering my voice as tears stung the corner

vein pop in my father’s neck. He

I will be here

they couldn’t marry me off to some idiot. But my father would most likely catch up with me. His wolf was strong despite the white strands that covered his head. He would catch me, and I’d be in

fell and angrily, I stomped into my room, resisting the urge to flip

my life. I had obeyed their

daughter if they weren’t

wind rushed in gently through my open window, ruffling my hair. I glanced at it to see the slightly dark sky. It was

An idea slowly formed in my head and I grinned. It would be the perfect revenge

the perfect way for me to

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the club. It was a short black thing that hugged my frame

music rushed through my head as well as the many