Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 36

CARLYLE’S POV

“I’m not saying we would not return, Donnie. But let’s make sure you get better first. I can’t afford taking you on the long journey in this situation.”

“Time is what matters, Alpha Carlyle. I’m okay,” Donnic insisted, her voice steadier than I expected.

“No, you’re not, Donnie. You’re weak already, with depreciating energy,” I countered, my concern etched across my face as I examined the wound inflicted by the once benign White Dasier.

Her gaze held mine, determination flickering in her eyes. “If a war breaks out, will you be able to cater for the large number of werewolves and supernatural beings with depreciating energy?” Her question hung in the air, a profound challenge that left me momentarily silent.

“No, you wouldn’t be able to cater for all; you can only try your best. Then why not. make preventions before it’s too late? Think of the bigger picture,” she urged, her words. resonating with a wisdom that surpassed the immediate circumstances. In that moment, amidst the chaos of battle and the pain of betrayal, Donnie compelled me to consider the broader implications of our actions.

Her perspective cut through the urgency of the present, urging me to confront the responsibilities that came with leadership. The looming threat of war and the welfare of our kind demanded foresight and strategic planning. Donnie, despite her weakened. state, embodied a resilience that inspired me to reassess the priorities and take measures to safeguard the well–being of our community.

She was right. Time was running and the procedures to alert the supernatural leaders. would take a long while.

“Alright, Donnie. I’ll listen to you. The werewolves of my pack should be grateful for having a Luna like you.” I muttered, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“It’s nothing. Everyone being safe is all I wish for.” She uttered.

“Alright dear, if you insist. I will surely grant your wish.”

Carrying her up on her feet, I made sure she had the ability to work while leaning on me. Our journey back is going to be tough and slow but I was ready for the task. She has sacrificed so much for me just right after we settled our differences.

“How did that weapon form?” Donnie inquired, our pace deliberate and measured as we retraced our steps.

“It was the White Dasier, and I’m finding it suspicious. Who did you say sent you here?” I questioned, my thoughts wrestling with the unfolding mystery.

“It was Athena who requested the White Dasier, but I don’t think she’s the one behind the whole thing, Donnic responded, her gaze fixed on the path ahead.

sure, Donnie,” I cautioned, a

it hard to trust her again. Moreover, I don’t see a reason why I should doubt her. She knows about the medicine so well. People from other packs

All I was saying is perhaps try to ask her. She could have a clue to what happened about the weapon forming out of the White Dasier.” I paused. “Think about it. Have she ever sent you for

feel it’s because she

with her, she sent you here for the first time, and I’m sure she must

“Yes, she did.”

ended up here together with that flower and that flower turned into a weapon. Think about it, Donnie. I’m not saying you. should doubt her, but we can’t

was thinking about what I said just like I

how did you kill

lie to you at this stage but have it at the back of your mind that this is top secret and must not be

that serious?”

meant when I say it. Would you rather not

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it”

want to know. I promise not to tell anyone. The safety of my pack members is also my priority and I will keep to it even though I’ve

are called the death

“The Death Force?”

they are invincible under the alpha’s request; they are strong

already. Why didn’t you use them when

know the current strength of the Canthrastras. You know they’ve been locked up for decades. If we are to fight with them now, we have to at

were you –

good plan, to get anything?” I inquired as our journey. continued, the weight of the recent events hanging in the

was, but I couldn’t get much because you were

muttered, a hint of remorse

vour

say that. It’s not fault.” I reassured her, acknowledging the sacrifice she

on the spur of the

I asked, sensing

she replied, but her strained tone betrayed the