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

happen to me!” I

air as if that fixed everything. “We’ve

as defiantly as I could, my black hair whipping all over the place. It had

in between! Not some stone-cold betrothal to a wolf I didn’t even know.

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

my father’s neck. He raised a hand and

your room. Your mother and I will be here

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

the urge to flip them in the

everything. I was a good girl. I had been a good girl all my life. I had obeyed their every demand, their every want. Why couldn’t they just allow me to have the one thing I

point of being such a good daughter if they weren’t going to let me have my

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

feet. An idea slowly formed in my head and I grinned. It would be

perfect way for me to let loose for once in

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

as well as the many