Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 53

DONNIE’S POV

The first time Carlyle inquired about Mason, a sudden pang of anxiety gripped me. For a fleeting moment, I feared he had discovered the truth, that he knew Mason’s paternity. My mind raced so fast, conjuring scenarios of how to navigate the delicate conversation that might follow.

“Why do you ask?” I responded cautiously, attempting to gauge the intention behind his question. Carlyle’s expression held no traces of revelation but merely a curiosity that seemed innocuous.

“I noticed he’s quite cute and jovial. I saw the way he played with Athena the last time I was here.” Carlyle replied casually, his attention momentarily shifting to a distant point.

Mason had called my attention to Athena’s call and I had left him with Carlyle with the hope that things weren’t going to go awry. Carlyle thought I was hesitant because of Mason’s safety but it was way more than that for me.

I attended to Athena’s needs which was for me to provide some drugs I produced the previous day as the customers who ordered them were around for the collection.

Returning to the garden where I was initially, a stern question was thrown at me.

“Why did you lie to me?” Carlyle’s stern voice sounded hurt as he queried me. I wasn’t expecting such a reaction from him at all and I tried figuring out what happened within the little time that I left. My gaze darted between him and Mason, trying to figure out something but I couldn’t.

From Carlyle’s further queries, I was able to tell that he had taken the hint from the way Mason addressed me before I left. Damn! How could I have missed that? How could I not think of it?

Anyway, it was about to go down but it wasn’t too late. Just when I was thinking of what to tell Carlyle and make him forget the matter, Mason had to interrupt. Normally, he’s not one to speak in front of outsiders but him being free with Carlyle was a bit weird as it aroused my suspicion. It made me nervous too.

Making my anxiety and nervousness increase, was when Carlyle mentioned that he had a feeling of closeness and familiarity with Mason. Could it be a feeling, the bond? Did he know about Mason’s identity? Carlyle wouldn’t pester me that much if he didn’t have a definite cause or reason to.

Have I missed out on something? Perhaps, did he carry out the Moon Shade paternity tradition of detecting whose child a Moon Shade werewolf is? Hell no! That couldn’t be.

After a while of playing dumb, coupled with Mason’s incessant interruption, I had to tell him.

father?” He asked

tension mounted, Carlyle’s straightforward question hit me like a verbal slap. How could he be so oblivious to the hints and implications?

Mason’s father?” His apparent confusion left me incredulous. Was he truly oblivious, or was this a strategic play to force me into

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disbelief in my response was genuine, though laced with

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that tense moment, I found myself questioning Carlyle’s intentions. Was he intentionally. feigning ignorance, or was the truth so inconceivable

silent between us for a while as Carlyle gave my words a thought. Then, one thing. happened! The very one thing that made me not want to tell

back to Moon Shade with me?” He asked, and I was

dense with unspoken implications. The prospect of returning to Moon Shade brought forth a surge of fear that gripped me tightly. It wasn’t a decision to be made lightly; it was a complex web of responsibilities,

fear of facing my parents, assuming the role of

raising Mason from the familiar grounds he had known in

weight

my mind, I felt the weight of the decision

a resolute “No.” The word, though brief, carried the weight of my apprehensions and the overwhelming uncertainties that loomed on the

persuasive words echoed in my ears, each plea tugging at the edges of my resolve. The weight of his expectations and the compelling nature of his arguments sought to break down the

the tension reached its peak, Athena, my trusted godmother, entered the conversation. Her attempts at persuasion added another layer of complexity to the unfolding drama. I felt a pang of betrayal, a realization that she, too, was aware of my

The intricate dynamics of the situation painted a complex portrait of relationships. strained by expectations and the clash of individual desires.

moment, your pack needs you too, you should know they just suffered an attack. If you won’t