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?”

eyes softening slightly. “That rarely happens these days. Marrying the Alpha is the best

mean it won’t happen to me!” I hissed. “This is totally unfair! I don’t

if that fixed everything. “We’ve

had always been my dream to meet

some stone-cold betrothal to a wolf I

make such a decision for me?” I asked, lowering my voice as tears stung the corner of my eyes. “Don’t you want me to be happy, Dad? I want

I could see a vein pop in my father’s neck. He raised

be here when

him a glare, and glanced at the door that led out of 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. But my father would most likely catch up with me. His wolf was strong despite the white strands that covered his head.

my room, resisting the urge to flip them

my bed, frustrated and angry with everything. I was a good girl. I had been a good girl all my life. I

of being such a good daughter if they

sat up, pursing my 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

might as well enjoy my freedom while I still can,” I muttered, jumping to my feet. An idea slowly formed in my head and I grinned. It would be

way for me to let loose for once in

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hugged my frame tight and ended just beneath my backside. I had managed to do a little bit of makeup and I felt every

rushed through my head as well as the many