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.

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

she replied, her voice firm despite the tremor of fear that threatened to overtake

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

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.

ago since they were still in the

her mate on one of her adventures, he had

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

air. Amelia could feel Varef’s gaze boring into her, his anger simmering beneath the surface like a volcano

focus on the task at hand, Varef,”

with the Canthrastras, and we must do whatever it takes to further our goals, no matter the

convince him 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 watching you. One wrong move,

anger.

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

at all. No, they couldn’t. Who were they to speak in Varef’s

presence of Queen Mother Minerva.” A guard said and they all stood upright, as the queen mother entered, including Varef. He could have

They said in unison.

said, studying their faces while

I sent you?”

has…” Varef wanted to answer for Amelia but Minerva shut him off with a wave

her hand.