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.

you’re evading the question. Who gave birth

that my persistence wasn’t

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

a

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

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

my voice low but intense.

the whole truth. Why the secrecy? Why not trust

Carlyle. Some things are better left in the past. I did what I had to do for

head, unsatisfied with her evasive answers.

Does

in, “Mama, what’s this man talking about? You’re my real mom,

this. You don’t have to mind

a subtle smirk playing

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

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

forward, I locked

the truth, and so do Mason.

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

nodded, concealing my

me the truth, and let’s put this

mother.” She confessed.

the revelation. The subtle nuances in her expression betrayed a vulnerability she

I considered the situation.

his father?” I asked, probing into the

a fleeting shadow passing over

talk about. I don’t

I studied her closely, a subtle discrepancy struck me. The lines on her face, the aura she exuded –

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