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.

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in our thoughts. Obviously, the silence was pregnant with unaddressed emotions, stretched between

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

knew thing my brother hated so much was humiliation and I knew without a doubt that he must

could I be so foolish? If only I had

towards my brothers office, I followed behind him hurriedly without

first thing he said to me since hours that we saw again. The command to kneel cut through the lingering silence, and a chill

bother saying anything and just complied to the command. What do I have to say in the first

ground beneath my knees served as a stark reminder

brother’s stern voice echoed, “How could you be so reckless, bringing shame upon our pack?”

My silence, a heavy admission of guilt, filled the void between us. The office door loomed ahead, an ominous threshold that promised a confrontation

the atmosphere became charged with unspoken tension. My brother turned

Dow

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

the bitter taste of remorse settling in my

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

sharpened. “Your actions have consequences, not just for

became sharper, emotions escalated, and the unspoken wounds that had festered over the silent journey home now sought release in

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

own anger bubbling

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