Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 72

DONNIE’S POV

Becoming conscious in the unknown world, bound and blindfolded, I strained to make sense of the hushed voices around me. There was no need to tell me that I had been kidnapped before I knew I was. My primal senses spelt that clear to me. The kidnappers spoke in low tones, their words a distant murmur that I tried to comprehend and put in place. It felt like an eternity as I tried to put together their conversation, yearning for any clues about their intentions.

Why was I there in the first place? If at all anything, I knew Carlyle wouldn’t treat me this way. Something was amiss obviously. Thinking about it now, I got the wrong letter probably or I was a victim of a planned attempt. Either way, I knew I needed to find my way out of there, I tried my best to use my strength to leave but I couldn’t no matter how I tried. The material I was bound with. was no ordinary one. They must have been well prepared too.

One voice, gruff and demanding, seemed to take charge. “Make sure she doesn’t get a glimpse of where we’re going. We need to keep this operation discreet.”

Another voice, smoother but tinged with malice, responded, “And what about the Alpha? Should we inform him of our demands?”

A pause hung in the air, pregnant with uncertainty. “Not yet. We’ll contact him when the time is right. For now, our focus is on her.”

My heart raced, anxiety settling like a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach. I strained to catch more fragments of their discussion, hoping to glean any information that might hint at their motives or plans.

“But what if the Alpha refuses to comply?” a third voice chimed in, softer but laden with ominous.

intent.

The gruff voice chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “Let’s just say we have our ways of making him see reason. The boss will handle that,”

As the conversation continued, I grappled with a mix of fear and determination. The unknown loomed before me, and I clung to the hope that somehow, I would find a way to navigate this perilous situation and return to my pack and family.

Hours passed in a blur of darkness and uncertainty. Bound and blindfolded, I could only rely on my senses to navigate the suffocating confines of my captivity. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, thirst parched my throat, and the relentless teasing and taunts of my captors echoed in the emptiness around me.

At first, they brought me food and water sporadically, just enough to keep me alive but never enough to satisfy the gnawing hunger or quench the burning thirst. Each morsel of food felt like a cruel tease, a reminder of my helplessness and their control over my basic needs. The water they provided was stale and tepid, barely enough to wet my cracked lips before they whisked it away again. Heaven knows how Jong I was there.

Their voices haunted my dreams, their laughter a cruel symphony that echoed in the darkness of my mind. They reveled in their power over me, taunting me with cryptic hints about their plans.

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and the fate that awaited me. Fear became my constant companion, a shadow that lurked in every corner, feeding off my uncertainty and despair..

“Did you see the look on her face when we teased her earlier?” chuckled the gruff voice, a hint of sadistic pleasure in his tone.

“Yeah, she’s terrified,” added the smoother voice, a sinister edge to his words. “I love it. It’s like she’s a puppet on strings, dancing to our tune.”

“If only boss would allow deal with her and fuck that pussy of hers

Their laughter filled the room, sending a chill down my spine as I listened from my bound and blindfolded position. Their words confirmed my worst fears – they held all the power, and I was nothing more than a pawn in their twisted game.

voices melded together into a sinister symphony, each word a dagger that pierced through the darkness of my mind. Fear wrapped its icy fingers around my heart, squeezing tighter with each passing moment, until it felt like I could barely breathe. In that moment, I knew that escape would be a distant dream, and

clinging to the hope that Carlyle would come for me, that he would defy their demands and rescue me from this nightmare.

him know here I was,” I heaved a sigh. With each passing moment, I clung to that hope like a lifeline, willing myself to

room with blinding light. For a moment, I dared to hope that my ordeal was finally over, that

bound and blindfolded, I felt a sudden shift in the air. The tension among my captors escalated, their voices hushing to a concerned murmur. Uncertainty danced in their tones, and I strained to grasp any hint of what was

of hope, a glimmer in the darkness of my captivity. The tables were turning, but I couldn’t

a place I couldn’t tell or figure out. And there he was, Carlyle, my mate! Though, I was/crossed at him, I appreciated his appearance, still. We talked

close to the threshold of my own

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plagued me during my captivity. The familiar sights and sounds of my surroundings enveloped me like a warm embrace, grounding me in the comforting embrace of familiarity. But alongside the relief was a profound sense of unease, a nagging fear that

glow of wisdom and grace. Time had really passed since our last

as she pulled me into a hug. A

journey can be winding, but the bonds we forge endure,

eyes held a mixture

with sincerity. I didn’t bother to ask her

lump form in my throat as the memories of my ordeal threatened to resurface. “It was… a nightmare, I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “They… they

to imagine what you went through,” she murmured, her voice filled with sympathy. “But

of the fear and helplessness I had

wisdom and guidance. She listened intently as I poured out my heart, offering words of comfort and

trying to push aside the memories of my

up on Mason,” she

“Mason?” I asked.

of course. You might not know, but he fell ill quite suddenly, and I

beat at the mention of Mason’s illness, a surge of fear

grasp my hand reassuringly.

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“It was just a passing illness, nothing to worry about. He’s resting comfortably now, and

wave, the tension in my shoulders melting away at Athena’s words. “Thank goodness,”

dear,” she said softly. “But you don’t need to worry anymore. Mason is in

bathed in the warmth of home and reassurance, I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me. With Athena by my side, I knew that no matter what challenges lay

a sudden, Mason, my little one,

my arms, almost

with love and concern. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“You promised you’d sleep with me the night before you dissappeared, Mama,” he whispered, his words heavy

come.”

“Oh, Mason, I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice tinged with remorse. “I didn’t mean to let you down. Mamal got caught up with something important, but I’m here now, and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”