Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 50

CARLYLE’S POV

“Mama!” Mason waved his hand in the air, calling on Donnie who approached where we were quickly.

“I’m sorry for the long wait. I had to get some things in place.” Donnie apologized. Yet, instead of responding to her initial words, I redirected her question with another.

“Why did you lie to me. Donnie?” I asked angrily. My question hung in the air, carrying a weight of curiosity and sincerity. My eyes which sought understanding, bore into Donnie’s, creating a moment charged with unspoken emotions.

Donnie’s expression shifted, a brief pause revealing a nuanced blend of surprise and contemplation. The air between them seemed to thicken with the anticipation of an explanation, as the simple question unraveled layers of meaning.

“What do you mean by lie?” What lie are you talking about?” She asked in return too just like I did. But her expression was a bit different from the one I had. She was rather anxious and nervous.

“You’re still pretending, Sidonnie. Why do you have to act this way?”

“What are you talking about, Alpha Carlyle? You’re making me feel bad with your question.”

“In that case, let’s see if you really feel bad. Who is Mason’s birth mother?” I asked expectantly. I really wanted her to respond to me with the truth and nothing but it.

However, she didn’t. Donnie swallowed hard, her expression bland with brows furrowed.

“I told you earlier that he’s Athena’s godson.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Sidonnie. Who gave birth to Mason?” I pressed, my tone firm, seeking clarity in a conversation fraught with tension.

While I awaited her response, Mason, the unwitting witness to our exchange, interjected with a child’s innocence.

“Mama, you’re my mommy, right?” His interruption did little to divert my attention from the crucial revelation I sought.

“You seem to be questioning me because of a small boy’s speech. How naive!” She

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chuckled in between. Donnie seemed to dismiss the significance of Mason’s words, attributing my curiosity to a child’s speech. Her nonchalant chuckle only fueled my determination, as her attempt to downplay the situation only intensified my need for

an honest answer.

birth to Mason?” I reiterated, my

a subtle admission that my persistence wasn’t

Carlyle. Mason is Athena’s son, and that’s all you need to

unwavering. “Complicated or not, a simple answer would suffice. Who

passed through her eyes, and she looked away for

of Athena’s who couldn’t raise him. She adopted him, and she had been

voice low but

you know that’s not the whole truth. Why the secrecy? Why

better left in the past. I did what I had to do for Mason.”

head, unsatisfied

what about Mason? Does he know the truth?

what’s this man talking about? You’re

emotions. “Mason, sweetheart, let Mama handle. this. You don’t have to

leaned back, crossing my legs, a subtle smirk

has a way of surfacing. Mason deserves to know who hist biological mother is, and I won’t

look. “What do you want, Carlyle? Why are you

I locked eyes

I deserve the truth, and so do Mason. Moreover, I’m not dumb to

you won’t use this against me. Mason’s happiness is

nodded, concealing my satisfaction.

tell me the truth, and let’s

mother.” She

absorb the revelation. The subtle nuances

as I considered the situation.

is his father?” I asked, probing into the depths of the secret she had guarded

hesitated, a fleeting shadow

about. I

me. The lines on her face, the aura she exuded – they didn’t align with

time, and you don’t strike me as someone who bore