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.

evading the question. Who gave birth

subtle admission that my persistence wasn’t easily brushed aside.

complicated, Alpha Carlyle. Mason is Athena’s son, and that’s

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

discomfort passed through her eyes, and she looked away for a

Athena’s who couldn’t raise him.

leaned in, my voice low

that’s not the whole truth. Why the secrecy? Why not trust

not about trust, Alpha Carlyle. Some things are better left in the past. I did what I had

unsatisfied with her

what about Mason? Does

this man talking

sweetheart, let Mama handle. this. You don’t

crossing my legs, a subtle smirk playing on my

truth has a way of surfacing. Mason deserves to know who hist biological mother is, and I won’t let you deny him that right. It’s not

you want, Carlyle? Why are you pushing this?”

forward, I locked eyes with her.

I deserve the truth, and so

resignation. “Fine, but promise me you won’t use this against me. Mason’s happiness

nodded, concealing my

Donnie. Now, tell me the truth,

mother.” She confessed.

I took a moment to absorb the revelation. The subtle nuances in her expression betrayed a vulnerability she seldom

as I considered the

Mason’s biological mother, then who is his father?” I asked, probing into the depths of

shadow passing over her

not something I talk about. I don’t want to say

she exuded – they didn’t align with

you don’t strike me as someone who bore a