Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

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Chapter 87
CARLYLE’S POV
“Point of correction, she’s not my baby mama. She’s my mate! My beloved mate!! Watch what you say!” I roared out a warning at him. How dare he call Sidonnie with such degrading name. For a fact, she would be their future Luna as soon as we get married.
Even at that, she should be accorded the same respect I would be accorded by everyone irrespective of their status.
“I’m sorry, Alpha Carlyle.” The elder bowed his head immediately. “I understand your point of view but you should see from mine too. I’m sorry if the way I said it made it sound harsh to you, but it’s reality and you know it.”. He paused, taking a moment to see my facial expression.
I felt a surge of frustration rising within me as the elder’s words washed over me like a wave of icy indifference. “Sorry isn’t enough,” I retorted, my voice tinged with anger. “You speak of tradition and reality, but what about love? What about the bond between two souls who have found solace and strength in each other’s embrace?”
The elder’s expression softened slightly, a flicker of empathy shining in his eyes. “Love is a powerful force, Alpha Carlyle,” he conceded, his voice tempered with understanding. “But it cannot exist in isolation from the traditions and values that have sustained our pack for generations.”
I shook my head, my frustration boiling over into righteous indignation. “Tradition should not be a barrier to love,” I insisted, my voice rising with conviction. “If anything, it should be a beacon guiding us towards a future filled with hope and possibility.”
The elder sighed, his shoulders slumping with resignation. “I understand your passion, Alpha Carlyle,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “But there are forces at play here that are beyond our control. The royal council will need time to deliberate, to consider the implications of your union on our pack and its future.”
I clenched my fists at my sides, the urge to lash out nearly overwhelming. “And what about Sidonnie?” I demanded, my voice laced with desperation. “Do her feelings not matter? Must she sacrifice her happiness for the sake of tradition?”
The elder’s gaze softened, his expression pained. “Sidonnie’s happiness is of utmost importance to us all,” he assured me, his words tinged with sorrow. “But we cannot ignore the complexities of our society, nor the responsibilities that come with our positions of authority.”

I felt a surge of frustration rising within me, a tempest of conflicting emotions threatening to consume me whole. “Responsibilities be da mned. You talk about traditions, rules and laws which are all man-made” I spat, my voice raw with emotion. “I will not stand idly by while tradition dictates the course of our lives. Love should be our guiding principle, not fear or obligation.”
The elder’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of warning flashing across his features. “Be careful, Alpha Carlyle,” he cautioned, his voice a low growl that reverberated through the chamber. “Your words carry weight, but so too do your actions. Do not forget the consequences of defying tradition.”
But I was beyond reason, consumed by the fire of passion and determination. “Consequences be d
amned,” I declared, my voice ringing with defiance. “I will fight for love, for Sidonnie, and for the
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future of our pack. And if that means challenging tradition, then so be it.”
And with those words, I turned and stormed out of the chamber, leaving behind a stunned silence in my wake. But deep within my heart, I knew that this was only the beginning of a battle that would test the very foundations of our pack and our beliefs. And as I prepared to face the challenges ahead, I vowed to never waver no matter what.
Before I could take notable steps away from the chamber. I heard the thoughts of the elder I just argued with loud and clear.
“If only his father was alive, he would have paid heed to me. What awaits him isn’t a child’s play and he doesn’t know about it yet. What do I do to avert this danger?” His thoughts wee very loud.
The elder’s thoughts echoed in my mind like a thunderclap, sending a chill down my spine as his presence began to fade. His words carried a weight that struck me to my core, a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead and the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
I paused in my tracks, my heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and determination. The elder’s concern was palpable, his fear for the future of our pack mirroring my own. But beneath his words lay a sense of urgency, a warning that echoed through the depths of my soul.
“What danger?” I muttered to myself, my mind racing with possibilities. Had I underestimated the gravity of the situation? Were there forces at play that I had yet to fully comprehend?
But before I could dwell on the elder’s cryptic thoughts any longer, a sense of resolve washed over
me like a tidal wave.
“Hey, Carl. You’re here.” Donald called from behind and I turned to face him with smiles, though with seriousness too.
As I turned to face Donald, my smile faltered at the sight of the seriousness etched into his features. His silence spoke volumes, a silent plea for understanding and support.
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“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice laced with concern as I reached out to shake him gently.
Donald remained silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the ground as if wrestling with his thoughts. The air between us crac kled with tension, each passing second feeling like an eternity of uncertainty.
“Talk to me, Donald,” I urged, my voice tinged with urgency. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”