Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 82

RAINA’S POV

Immediately Donnie bade the woman goodbye, I seized the moment to approach, my footsteps deliberate and my expression veiled in a facade of casual curiosity. With a carefully crafted greeting, I engaged Donnie in conversation, masking the turmoil that churned within.

“Hello, Donnie, 1 greeted, feigning an air of friendliness. “I couldn’t help but notice your conversation. Who was that woman?”

Donnie, her expression genuine, manuever the details of their interaction. Suppressing the undercurrent of frustration, I probed further, strategically steering the conversation towards topics that I knew would ignite a spark of irritation.

As I skillfully maneuvered through the exchange, a subtle tension threaded the air. With each calculated comment, I felt the anger simmering beneath the surface, a catalyst for the plan I aimed

to set into motion.

The conversation became a dance of veiled hostility and feigned innocence. Mason, still absorbed in his play, remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing between the adults.

I intensified my approach, the words chosen with precision to elicit a response. Donnie, caught in the web of provoked emotions, began to mirror the frustration that I had strategically stoked.

The anger, a smoldering fire, became the backdrop for the plan to unfold. With each exchanged. word, I felt the pieces aligning, a calculated chaos that would soon culminate in the confrontation I sought.

As the tension reached its peak, I seized the moment, unleashing the carefully constructed anger within me, a force designed to act as the catalyst for the revelation that awaited in the aftermath and began to attack her.

Damn! That bitch was so strong and I never expected her to be.

“What’s going on here?” Carlyle suddenly appeared from nowhere. Deep down, I knew I was done for but I had hope nevertheless that things turn out in my favour. Such blindness, I had.

Donnie was very fast to tell Carlyle all that happened without mincing words and before I knew it, 1 found myself in the dungeon.

Who would save me? That was the only thing that rang in my head. I didn’t want to tell my brother about it because I knew the result wouldn’t be good but I had to reach out to him when I was left with totally no option.

released as expected and throughout the journey home, silence

and

my

brother.

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our thoughts. Obviously, the silence was pregnant

the complexities of our shared history. However, deep down, I could tell that things were going to go

the familiar sights of our territory came into view, the silence persisted and I knew without a word that I was done form knew thing my brother hated so much was

foolish? If only I had planned things

soon as we were on foot towards my brothers office, I followed behind

hours that we saw again. The command

just complied to the command. What do I have to say in the first

as a stark reminder of the gravity of the rift that had unfolded between us.

could you be so reckless, bringing shame upon

could feel the intensity of his disappointment. My silence, a heavy admission of guilt, filled the void between us. The office door loomed ahead, an

charged with unspoken tension. My brother turned

Dow

consequences of your actions? Carlyle’s betrayal reverberates through our pack, staining

swallowed hard, the bitter taste of

I could handle it,” I stammered, attempting to articulate the remorse that churned

actions have consequences, not just for you but for our entire pack.

like an arena for a verbal duel. As the words exchanged became sharper, emotions escalated, and the unspoken wounds that had festered over the silent journey home

consequences of your actions,” my brother accused, his frustration pouring forth. “You’ve

my fists, my own anger bubbling to the surface.

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