Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 22

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CARLYLE’S POV

My fist balled up as I listened to Raina’s taunts and tactics. Her words rang in my ears as she threatened me with hurting Donnie. She thinks she can hurt my mate and go scot free? Hell no! But at that moment, there was nothing I could do but listen while plotting a countermove I’d unleash soon.

Rex’s eyes suddenly went ablaze with anger as he confronted me at Raina’s revelation.

“You dare reject our agreement and spurn the alliance proposal because of another lady?” He barked, his fists tightening..

For anyone els

“I won’t be forced into a bond I don’t desire. Your dictate my choices, I shot back with resolution.

Meanwhile, Raina stood behind me, smirking at me.

“You may resist, but you’ll be wise to reconsider. Marrying me is the only way to avoid dire consequences.”

“Donnie’s safety hinges on your decision. Choose wisely, Carlyle, or face the wrath,” Rex added, supporting his sister.

“I won’t be blackmailed into a loveless union. Threats won’t change my mind.” I remained undeterred, standing firm on my decision.

the battle of wills intensified, setting the stage for a clash of dominance and

I heard she was even the one who suggested

ask you a question. Why did you suddenly change your mind? I

Rex. I can’t afford to have someone like her as reality. And I know you. wouldn’t either. You know your sister more than I do.”

Carlyle. I won’t have you say bad things about my sister.”

brother. Are you sure you really not going to go ahead

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you sure can

staying silent for a while got my brows furrowed. W does

mean

with confidence as she queried my decision as a sly smile played on

revealing the sight of two imposing figures dragging Donnie into the room. Donnie’s face contorted in a mixture of pain and fear as she was dragged into the room. Her eyes, wide with distress, searched around for explanations of if some sort. Strands of her disheveled hair clung to her damp forehead,

spoke volumes with her body protesting against the rough treatment she was getting. A wince here, a fleeting grimace there cach movement

fiber of my being screamed to intervene, to shield her from the rough handling, but I clenched my

of anger and helplessness coursed through me. The urge to break free from my composure warred with the

like a punch to my gut. Deep down, I and Laryl yearned to be her shield, but the chessboard of power demanded

risking Donnie’s well–being. Are you

that the power play was tipping in her favor. The glint in her eyes hinted at the belief that she held all the cards, and that my resistance would soon crumble as I

hurt in your presence?” She knew her words had an

I didn’t care to