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.

question. Who gave birth to Mason?” I reiterated, my

admission that my persistence

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

gaze unwavering. “Complicated or not, a simple answer would suffice. Who is Mason’s

her eyes, and she looked away for a

a close friend of Athena’s who couldn’t

leaned in, my voice

the whole truth. Why the secrecy? Why not

responding. “It’s not about trust, Alpha Carlyle. Some things are better left in the past. I did

shook my head, unsatisfied with her

about Mason? Does he know the

answer, Mason chimed in, “Mama, what’s this man talking

of emotions. “Mason, sweetheart, let Mama handle. this. You don’t have to mind whatever this man says, I’m your

crossing my legs, a subtle

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

“What do you want, Carlyle? Why are

locked eyes

Donnie. I want transparency. I deserve the truth, and so

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

concealing my satisfaction.

me the truth, and let’s put this behind us.”

Mason’s biological mother.” She confessed.

“I’m Mason’s biological mother” lingered, I took a moment to absorb the revelation. The subtle nuances in her

I considered the

father?” I asked, probing

fleeting shadow passing over her features.

about.

face, the aura she exuded – they didn’t align

long time, and you don’t strike me as someone who bore a child. There’s something you’re not telling me.”