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,

a subtle admission that my

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

arms, my gaze unwavering. “Complicated or not, a

discomfort passed through her eyes, and she looked

must know, Mason’s birth mother was a close friend of Athena’s who couldn’t raise him. She adopted him,

voice low

know that’s not the whole truth. Why the

are better left in the past. I did

head, unsatisfied with her evasive answers.

what about Mason? Does he

this man talking about? You’re

let Mama handle. this. You

back, crossing my legs, a subtle smirk playing on my

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

do you want, Carlyle? Why are you

forward, I locked eyes with her.

I deserve the truth, and so do Mason.

but promise me you won’t use this

nodded, concealing my satisfaction.

me the truth, and let’s put this

mother.” She

took a moment to absorb the revelation. The subtle nuances in

I considered the

then who is his father?” I asked, probing into the depths of the

shadow passing over her

something I talk about. I don’t want to say about it.”

she exuded – they didn’t align

don’t strike me