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?”

softening slightly. “That rarely happens these days. Marrying the Alpha is the best way to secure your

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

said, throwing his hands up in the air as if that

as I could, my black hair whipping all over the place. It had always been my dream to meet my true mate. To feel the bond, that

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

voice as tears stung the corner

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

room. Your mother and I will be here when you’re calmer and able to think

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

room, resisting the urge to flip them in the middle when

was a good girl. I had been a good girl all my life. I had obeyed their every demand, their every

of being such a good daughter if they weren’t going

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

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 the perfect revenge on my

for me to let loose for once in

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as I walked into the club. It was a short black thing that hugged my frame tight and ended just beneath my backside. I

loud music rushed through my head as well as the