Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 47

CARLYLE’S POV

“What happened when I lost consciousness overnight?” I asked, still laying on the bed. weakly.

“Athena tried all her best to save you but it proved little effort. However…” She paused, and took a momentary glance at me. Right then, I could tell what happened next because when I gained consciousness again, I felt the soft feel of another body against. mine.

Focusing my senses, I felt Donnie’s hand on my fur, caressing it while snuggling her head on my laying body. Before I knew it, she began snuggling up close to me, giving. me the most intimate advances and I soon began to get better.

Definitely, she must have heard something

for her to do that.

“I followed Donald’s instruction to try being intimate with you and it worked even if I can’t explain it.” She completed her sentence.

“You did well,” I commented, smiling at her.

“I don’t understand. What do you mean I did well?”

“You healed me, Sidonnie.” I wanted to make a gesture but I felt a sudden sharp pain filling my body from the injured part of me.

“Ahh,”

“Are you okay?” She was all concerned and scared just by my wince.

“Yes, I am.” I placed my hands on her shoulders. “It’s so good to see you care this much about me.”

She rolled her eyes, moving a bit away from me.

“Who cares about you? I’m only doing this for the pack. You should see how your Beta was blaming me.”

“Fuck Donald!” I cursed. He should have known better than to blame Donnie for whatever happened.

She asked with the sweetest and most sensational voice

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about you make me feel

to tease

said,

so rough with her because of my insane wolf. Laryl had to get the setback of my illness the moment I got my complete human

tradition that only few people knew and it happens only with the royals of my pack,

sex with Sidonnie, Donald barged

exist, the tranquil

His presence cast a sudden

us, realizing he had disrupted an intimate moment.

while I continued deepening myself into Sidonnie’s wet cunt.

it, Donald? This had better be important.” I uttered amidst groans. By now, I was physically healed

throat, attempting to regain composure.

requires your attention. I tried to wait, but it couldn’t be delayed any

shared disappointment at the untimely interruption.

connection between us.

to linger in the sanctuary

eyes, silently conveying an apology for the abrupt end to

myself from the embrace and rose to follow Donald, leaving behind the cocoon of warmth and intimacy. Duty called, and the interrupted moment lingered as a fleeting memory, a promise of respite to be reclaimed when

cool night air, 1 caught up with Donald, my frustration simmering beneath

surface.

me at that moment? Whatever

shifted uncomfortably, realizing the gravity of the

but it was urgent. The pack needed your

cut him off, my annoyance evident in my

should know better. What was

hesitated before responding.