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.

expected and throughout the journey home, silence took over

and

my

brother.

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landscape passed us by in a blur, as each of us were deepened in our thoughts. Obviously, the silence was pregnant with unaddressed emotions, stretched between us like

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

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 humiliation and I

foolish? If only I had

we were on foot towards my brothers office,

saw again. The command to kneel cut through the lingering silence, and a chill crawled down my spine.

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

myself, the cold ground beneath my knees served as a stark reminder of the gravity

echoed, “How could you be so reckless, bringing shame upon our pack?”

I could feel the intensity of his disappointment. My silence, a heavy admission of guilt, filled the void

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

Dow

Carlyle’s betrayal reverberates

the bitter taste of

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

for you but for

office now felt 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

foresee the consequences of your actions,” my brother accused, his frustration pouring forth. “You’ve tarnished the legacy of our family all because of your obsession over someone who doesn’t recognize you

clenched my fists, my own anger bubbling to

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