Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 84

CARLYLE’S POV

It was weekend and the first weekend in a long time that he was free. Thinking about something fun to do, he decided to spend time with his mate and son on an outing out of the pack’s territory.

A glimmer of excitement sparked within me as I contemplated how to make the most of this precious time.

The decision was clear an outing beyond the familiar confines of the pack’s territory. A chance to revel in the simple joys of togetherness with my mate and our son. The prospect of a day filled with laughter, shared moments, and the warmth of family brought a genuine smile to my face.

Approaching Donnie, a twinkle sparked in my eye, mirroring the anticipation building within.

“How about we take advantage of this free weekend and go on a little adventure? Just the three of

1. us.

Her eyes lit up with a warmth that mirrored my own, and the excitement reverberated through our shared gaze but it suddenly turned sour.

“Are you sure about this?” She asked and I could tell right away that she was scared of her safety and

Mason as the times were turbulent.

“Of course, I am. Trust me, I’ll keep harm at arms length from you and Mason. Trust me.” I assured her.

“You see, I missed out on these things in the years of being away from me. Now, I want to be of everything in your lives- yours and Mason’s. Thus could be considered a turning point for everyone. No regrets, no anger.” I added, trying to convince her.

part

fine. I’ll go get prepared.” She said and I

curiosity and I broke the news

champ, Dad is taking you

jumped around

unfolded beyond the familiar landscapes. The air outside the

meadow, Mason’s laughter echoing through the open spaces, or the simple joy of strolling hand in

blanket spread beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree became our impromptu haven. The air was infused with the sweet scent of wildflowers, and the distant sounds of nature provided a harmonious

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a cozy circle, Donnie, Mason, and I shared a bounty of snacks and laughter. Mason, filled. with youthful exuberance, regaled us with tales of his latest adventures within the pack. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he described the mischief he and his friends had gotten into at

of parenthood. The discussion seamlessly transitioned to more profound topics, the rustling leaves above providing a natural canopy to our shared revelations.

do you think about the recent changes in the pack?” I inquired, the openness of the meadow fostering an environment conducive to

know much about what is

time you began putting

a warm glow across the landscape as our

the oak tree, our familial bond deepened through the exchange of words, fostering a connection that transcended the transient

upon which the hues of familial connection were vividly painted. In the gentle embrace of nature, we found a space where words flowed freely, forging a deeper understanding that would endure beyond the

infectious laughter of our son filled the air as he excitedly ran towards the swing. his eyes gleaming with anticipation. With an affectionate smile exchanged with my mate, we joined our son in the shared joy

we took turns pushing the swing, the simple act became a catalyst for light–hearted banter and playful communication. Mason, suspended in mid–air with each push, giggled with unrestrained. delight. The rhythm of the swing set the tone for our own conversation, a dance of words

my

“Time flies, doesn’t it?

the swing,

subjects. We spoke of dreams and aspirations,