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

despite the tremor of fear that threatened to overtake

twisted with rage as he glared down at her. “You’re lying, Amelia. I can see it through your face,”

Varef,” Amelia retorted, her tone defiant as she knelt on one knee before him, refusing to back down in the face of his anger. Her gaze remained steady, fixed

they were still in the seal,

her adventures, he had schemed against her, using her mate who was from another pack as a leverage to achieve the aims of the Canthrastras which was to get free from every

now as she spoke, a sense of frustration welled up inside her. How could she make him understand that her feelings were 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 Canthrastra, and

gaze boring into her, his anger simmering beneath the surface like

focus on the task at hand, Varef,” she said finally, her voice

must do whatever it takes to further our goals, no matter the

him at

softened slightly at her words, his anger giving way to a sense of begrudging respect. “You’re right, Amelia,” he

anger.

the discussion came to an end,

word at all. No, they couldn’t. Who were they to speak

they all stood upright, as the queen mother entered, including Varef. He could have

said in

studying their faces while she stood in

you done what I sent you?” She

answer for Amelia but Minerva shut him off with a wave

her hand.