Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 4

Ready to end it all.

Sidonie’s POV

I stepped out of the cab, feeling like crap. But at the very least, I didn’t look like one. Mom had dressed me in a new outfit, a blue skater dress that she had claimed looked amazing on me.

I couldn’t care less.

I walked into the Cafe where I was to meet my betrothed. It was a cutesy place, with the most amazing baked goods on display. I made a mental note to buy them when this date was done. Stuffing my face with pastries sounded like a very good way to fill the vacuum in my heart.

I sighed, glancing around the cafe. Why couldn’t we just FaceTime or something? Why on earth did I have to see him physically? My lips curled sadly and I shook my head.

Don’t you dare cry, Sidonie. Not in public.

Sniffing, I fished out the card mom had given me before I left home. It stated the table number where we were to meet and his name.

Carlyle.

I approached one of the waiters and showed them the card. “I’d like to go to this table please?”

The man read through, nodded, and pointed towards the end of the cafeteria. “Last booth on the right.”

Last booth? Whoever this Alpha of the Alpha was, he really must like his privacy. I trudged toward the booth and then a very familiar scent tickled my nose. The scent of wood and pines.

The searing pain of rejection shot through my veins and I clamped my teeth down on my lips, trying to remind myself of all the many reasons why I shouldn’t cry.

I approached the booth where my betrothed sat. He had dark hair. Wavy dark hair. My eyes narrowed. The scent of my ex-mate grew stronger and a gasp slipped from my lips when he looked up.

eyes blinked

It was him.

that had a few of its buttons

it three weeks ago. He hadn’t cared

male I

slits. He rose to his feet, gritting his teeth angrily. “What

looking back to see if he was referring to

stalking me? Is

had

I said feebly, feeling my tongue

past few days, eased up at his presence. He was the tribulation in my flesh. And yet, he was

It was maddening.

told you,” he hissed. “I don’t f**king want you! Do you need me to spell it out for

“I… I wasn’t–”

don’t want you. I don’t f**king need you. Quit pestering me and

down my cheek in streams. I

I had been humiliated.

none other than

at myself and did the one thing

I ran.

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that pooled beneath it. The vacuum in my heart seemed to have grown

Alpha Carlyle would care for me and would alleviate the pain that came

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