Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 90

AUTHOR’S POV

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about him. Don’t tell me you want him!” A thick, ungodly voice yelled into the air, cutting through space.

“Definitely not, Varef.” A feminine voice replied.

In the far reaches of Moon Shadow, where the land stretched into the horizon like an endless sea of shadows, a group of Canthrastras gathered. Their presence was unmistakable as their aura shrouded in mystery and intrigue.

Among them stood a woman, fierce and imposing, her deeply black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of flames. Clad in a cloak of darkened leather and adorned with intricate runes, she exuded an air of authority and power that demanded respect.

Beside her stood three or four men, their features twisted and contorted in strange and unsettling ways. Their skin bore the markings of ancient rituals, symbols etched into their flesh with the precision of a master craftsman. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, casting eerie shadows upon their faces.

But it was not just their appearance that set them apart; their attire spoke of a bygone era, a time long forgotten by the rest of the world. They wore garments of silk and satin, embroidered with symbols and sigils that spoke of arcane knowledge and forbidden

secrets.

Their clothing seemed to defy logic and reason, draped in layers of fabric and adorned with jewels and trinkets that glinted in the pale light of the moon. It was as if they had stepped out of a history book, their attire a relic of a time when magic and mystery ruled the land.

After all, it wasn’t their fault.

There was so much tension in the air as Varef’s thunderous voice cut through the silence like a knife, his anger reverberating off the walls of the chamber. His eyes bore into Amelia with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine, his words laden with accusation and suspicion.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about him. Don’t tell me you want him!” Varef’s voice boomed, echoing through the space with an ungodly force.

clenched in her chest at the accusation, her own anger simmering beneath the surface as

her voice firm despite the tremor of fear

as he glared down at her. “You’re lying, Amelia. I can see it through

refusing to back down in the face of his anger. Her gaze remained steady, fixed on her toes as she spoke, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear.

since they were still in

one of her adventures, he had schemed against her, using her mate who was from another pack as a

her own, that she would not be swayed by his manipulations or his power? She had seen her mate, yes, but that did not mean she desired him or wished to be with him. Her loyalty lay with her pack and her duty as a

into her, his anger simmering beneath the surface like a volcano on the

hand, Varef,” she said finally,

“Our allegiance lies with the Canthrastras, and we must do whatever it takes to further our goals,

should convince him at

at her words, his anger giving way to a sense of begrudging respect. “You’re right, Amelia,” he conceded, his voice still tinged with “But remember, I’m

anger.

in the air, the discussion came to an end, leaving Amelia feeling

that were present didn’t say a word at all. No,

as the queen mother

Minerva!” They said

faces while she stood in

I

to answer for Amelia but Minerva

her hand.