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 took over between I

and

my

brother.

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of us were deepened in our thoughts. Obviously, the silence was pregnant with unaddressed emotions, stretched between us like an impassable chasm.

at my brother, I found his expression unreadable, a mask that concealed the complexities of our shared history. However, deep down, I could tell that things were going to go

that I was done form knew thing my brother hated so much was humiliation and I knew without a

foolish? If only I had planned things out well.

we were on foot towards my brothers office, I followed behind him hurriedly without a second

said to me since hours that we saw again. The

command. What do I have to say in the first place? It was

cold ground beneath my knees served as a stark reminder of the gravity of the rift that had

stern voice echoed, “How could you be so reckless,

in the air, and I 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 ominous threshold that promised

office, the atmosphere became charged with unspoken tension. My brother turned to face me, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of anger and frustration.

Dow

realize the consequences of your actions? Carlyle’s betrayal reverberates through

bitter taste of remorse settling in my throat.

I could handle it,” I stammered, attempting to articulate

voice sharpened. “Your actions have consequences, not just for you but for our entire pack. How could you

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

forth. “You’ve tarnished the legacy of our family all because of your

clenched my fists, my own anger bubbling to the surface.

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