Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 51

“That’s impossible. I exclaimed to Donnie when the reality that I’m her baby’s daddy hit me. The shock rippled throug

me, and disbelief painted my expression as I tried to reconcile the unexpected truth.

Donnie was surprised too as her eyes widened in surprise as the weight of the revelation hung heavily in the air, challenging the assumptions and certainties we had clung to.

“But we were together only once before you left, how come?” I added, the incredulity evident in my voice. The idea that a single encounter could lead to such a profound consequence seemed almost unfathomable. It was so unexpected for me.

Donnie’s gaze mirrored my disbelief, and for a moment, silence lingered as we both made our minds settle with the implications of the news.

“Is that a question that should come from you?” Donnie retorted, annoyance evident in her tone as she shot me a glare. The air crackled with tension as we navigated the uncharted territory of our intertwined pasts.

I took a deep breath, recognizing the sensitivity of the situation.

“Donnie, we need to talk about what happened and why you had to leave, I urged, attempting to address the situations and secrets that had remained veiled for far too long.

She sighed, a blend of resignation and reluctance coloring her expression.

“It’s not that complicated, Alpha Carlyle. The circumstances back then were not ideal, and I had to make a choice. You hated me so much after that night and I could only leave.”

I nodded, acknowledging what she meant even though it wasn’t true. I didn’t hate her back then, nor do I like her. But I never knew or thought that she could have a child for me.

paternity a secret – that’s a big

eyes softened, revealing the vulnerability

Mason was my priority back then even though he was unborn, and I didn’t want to disrupt his life. I wanted to be a part of his life. I was scared you

taking the baby

do

in the air, a bittersweet melody of regret and vulnerability. Her words, while revealing the depth of her maternal devotion, also exposed the wounds

pregnancy cut through me, inflicting a pain that went beyond the revelation of Mason’s paternity. The idea that she had carried this fear, that she questioned

1/3

2 Mar RD.

Chapter 51

beneath the surface, a complex amalgamation of emotions that played out in the shadow of unspoken fears and misunderstandings. It was not just the acknowledgment of her apprehensions

that poignant moment, the hurt resonated as a silent ache, aching for a time when trust seemed shattered and the promise of a united family appeared elusive. The journey ahead, fraught with the complexities of healing, understanding, and forgiveness, unfolded against the backdrop of emotions that lingered,

my words. “Now that the truth is out, we need to confront it

hesitated, her gaze flickering with a mix

this to come to light. Mason is happy, and I didn’t

that.”

he really is.” I asserted with a determination to bridge the gaps that had long separated us. I had not been part of my child’s life since infancy, but I was willing to do anything

the beginning of a shared journey toward honesty and reconciliation. Mason, who was blissfully unaware of the complexities that had unfolded, played nearby with his laughter echoing in the background as if

gathered the courage to tell Mason the truth and complete anticipation hung in the air. The introduction was a delicate dance of emotions, with Mason’s eyes reflecting a mixture of confusion and curiosity. It took time, patience, and carefully chosen words

a radiant

asked, his