Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 68

CARLYLE’S POV

The night was supposed to be a respite, a haven for rest, but concerns pressed upon my mind, denying me the solace that slumber could offer. The room which was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, held shadows that mirrored the turbulence within.

My body craved sleep, a refuge to heal and rejuvenate, but my thoughts refused to be silenced. They were in disarray.

Images flickered through my mind – Donnie’s hurt expression, Mason’s innocent inquiries, Raina’s disruptive presence. Each thought added to the complexity of concerns that tugged at the edges of my consciousness. The responsibility of leadership weighed heavily as a burden that transcended the physical realm.

Laying on the sheets, my gaze drifted to the moonlit window with its silvery glow filtering through the curtains. The outside world seemed a distant reality, separated by the walls that confined me.

I longed for a reprieve, for the dreams that would offer sanctuary from the waking turnult. Yet, the carousel of thoughts persisted, a relentless loop that refused to grant me a clear mind.

The ticking of the clock resonated with the beats of my anxious heart. Every passing moment seemed tch, the darkness amplifying the magnitude of unresolved issues. Sleep eluded me, slipping through the crevices of worry and contemplation till the bright light of the morning sun began to shine.

Soon, Donald entered the room, looking so exhausted while interrupting the persistent carousel of my thoughts. His presence obviously brought with it the pressing matters that demanded attention.

Heaving a sigh, he sat on a chair just beside my bed.

“Carl, how are you doing?” he placed the middle and index finger of his right hand on my wrist, in a bid to feel my pulse.

Quickly, I pulled my hand to myself. “I’m all good as you can see. How about you?” I asked in return. Donald flashed me a querying look which signified that he didn’t understand the question I asked.

“I meant, how are you doing? You don’t look so great yourself, either.”

“I’m surely doing fine. Just the normal stress hanging around my shoulders.” He replied and I nodded. Poor thing! How can he call the increased activities normal? Deep down. I knew the whole situation was pressing heavily on him and he was trying to be strong for me.

“So, what are the progress we made today?” I changed the topic.

“I’ll start with the recent Alpha murder.” Donald began, his voice a solemn undercurrent to the weight of the news he carried. “I’ve been investigating the circumstances surrounding the death of the Sertid Alpha just like you instructed, and my suspicions point to Fernard.”

The seriousness of what he said filled the room, creating a tense atmosphere that required a careful

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reply. I signaled to Donald to keep talking, silently asking him to openly explain the reasons behind his suspicions.

“Fernard had disagreements with the Sertid Alpha over territory disputes and resource allocation. Their arguments were escalating, and tensions within the pack were reaching a boiling point,” Donald explained, looking steadily at me as he went into details of the situation.

As he spoke, I listened carefully, contemplating the implications of Fernard’s potential involvement. The delicate balance of power within our supernatural world rested on the decisions I would make in the coming moments since the news about the murder had gone beyond what could be kept in secret.

“Moreover,” Donald continued, “there were eyewitness accounts of Fernard near the Alpha’s quarters around the time of his death. It’s circumstantial, but the pieces seem to align.”

weight of consequence. I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees, engrossed in the discussion that would shape the course of Moon

do you intend doing next?”

confront Fernard directly, or seek a diplomatic resolution. Donald and I talked about each path, fishing out the potential

and not ours. Anything could happen if we’re

do as he likes. Who knows what else he has in

more definite evidence, one which he

is not what we think he

of our discourse, a roadmap emerged a plan to gather more evidence, approach Fernard discreetly, and maintain a semblance of stability within the pack. The responsibility of

dimly lit room bore the hushed tones of a discussion fraught with urgency and concern. My eyes met

my voice steady but tinged with an undercurrent of worry. “Have you

her?”

“Carl, I haven’t seen Donnie since yesterday. She hasn’t made any appearances within the pack grounds. I guess she is really

of Donnie’s absence. As the Alpha, my duties extended beyond just the pack’s overall welfare to include the safety and happiness of my loved ones. But what have I done? I

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successfully jeopardized that.

flicker of concern etching lines on my forehead. For some unknown reasons, I felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Donald hesit

know the answer to this. I didn’t have time

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I just…”

of the maid injected a sense of urgency into the room, disrupting the weighty. atmosphere with a tinge of anticipation. I turned my attention towards her, a silent cue for her to express the urgency that had propelled her into our

tantrums all night long. We tried all we could to put him to sleep but it

a momentary exchange of puzzled glances

Is Donnie not around?” I

not been back since then. Didn’t you send her a note to

and me exchanged glances immediately she

note to her to give me a chance to discuss some things with her, but she never gave me a response. So, where did she

explaining, revealing where Donnie was. As she talked, a mix of feelings–fear, anxiety, and a

at the most serene spot in the royal abode,” the maid explained, the words carrying an undertone of significance. ‘She mentioned it as a place with history, a

tense shift in the atmosphere as I and Donald communicated using

here”

such note to meet me anywhere. Something must have gone

wrong.”

there,” I declared, the urgency seeping into my words as I stood on my feet towards

we made our way towards there, the weight of uncertainty mingled with the anticipation and hope that everything goes well.

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corridors carried a cadence of unspoken questions and the uncharted territories of emotions. It felt like we were on the brink of solving the mystery of Donnie’s disappearance, about to uncover the connections that tied us together