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

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

up in the air as if that fixed everything. “We’ve set up a meeting and you two can finally meet

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

madness and everything in between! Not some stone-cold

such a decision for me?” I asked, lowering my voice as tears stung the corner of my eyes. “Don’t

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

be here when

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

the urge to flip them in the middle when I slammed the door

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

good daughter if they weren’t going to

slightly dark sky. It was evening and while young people my age were having the time of their

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

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

as well as the many scents that