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

because it didn’t happen to you two, doesn’t mean it won’t happen to me!” I hissed. “This is totally unfair! I

hands up in the air as if that

had always been my dream to meet my true mate. To feel

stone-cold betrothal to a wolf I didn’t even know. Alpha of Alphas my

me?” I asked, lowering my voice as tears stung the corner of my eyes. “Don’t you want me to be

pop in my father’s neck. He raised a hand and pointed in the direction of

and I will be here

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. He would catch me,

resisting the urge to flip them in

a good girl all my life. I had obeyed their every demand, their every want. Why couldn’t they just allow me

a good daughter if they weren’t going to let

hair. I glanced at it to see the slightly dark sky. It was

might as well enjoy my freedom while I still can,” I muttered, jumping to my feet. An

perfect way for me to let

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was a short black thing that hugged my frame tight and ended just

as the many scents that filled the air. A