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?”

her brown eyes softening slightly. “That rarely happens these

because it didn’t happen to you two, doesn’t mean it won’t happen to me!” I hissed.

that fixed everything. “We’ve set up a

It had always been my dream to meet my

madness and everything in between! Not some stone-cold betrothal to a wolf I

as tears stung the corner of my eyes. “Don’t you want

father’s neck. He raised a hand and pointed

will be here when you’re calmer and able to

the house, wishing I could just tug it open and disappear. If they never saw me again, they couldn’t marry me off to some idiot.

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

a good girl. I had been a good girl all my life. I had

a good daughter

lips in thought. The wind rushed in gently through my open window, ruffling my hair. I glanced at it to see the slightly dark sky. It was evening and while young people my age were having the time of their lives, I was fuming

still can,” I muttered, jumping to my feet. An idea

perfect way for me to let loose

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into the club. It was a short black thing that hugged my frame tight and ended just beneath my backside. I had managed to do a little

through my head as well as the many scents that filled the air. A combination