Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 92

AMELIA’S POV

The knock on my door came with a subtle sound, but it reverberated through the silence of the room like a thunderclap. I knew what that meant right away – another mission awaited me, calling me to action in the shadows where I belonged.

With a sigh, I stirred from the depths of sleep, my mind already racing with the possibilities of what the next assignment might entail. This was the life I had chosen, the life of a covert operative, where danger lurked around every corner and trust was a commodity in short supply.

I reached for the note that had been slipped under my door. Unfolding the parchment, I scanned the contents quickly, committing the details of my next mission to memory.

The instructions were clear and concise, detailing my objectives and the timeline for completion. There was no room for error, no margin for hesitation – only swift and decisive action would suffice in the world I inhabited.

With a sense of purpose, I set about preparing for the day ahead, donning the attire of a woman of means, concealing the weapons that lay hidden beneath the layers of fabric. As the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the curtains, I knew it was time to depart.

“I know you’re leaving on another mission, Amy. Please, be safe.” Kyla had said to me before I had the chance to leave.

“Thanks so much, Kyla. I will try my best to be safe.” I uttered with sincerity. For reasons, I just love and appreciate her. Aways watching out for me.

Stepping out into the cool morning air, I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins, my senses sharpening as I embraced the familiar thrill of the hunt. The surrounding streets were alive with activity, but to me, they were nothing more than a backdrop for the game that was about to unfold.

As I made my way through the bustling crowds, my mind focused on the task at hand, the rhythm of my footsteps echoing the steady beat of my heart. For in this world of shadows and secrets, there was no room for hesitation – only action would suffice, and I was more

to answer

to meet with the Beta. Make

my mate once again had me so nervous that I swallowed on nothing consecutively.

would I create an impact on him without actually getting affected. To others, the task might look simple,

Shadow Beta would be. Asking around in disguise, I found out that he was at the recovery and rehabilitation camp of Moon Shadow where the werewolves affected by

plans on my mind about what I was

approached the recovery and rehabilitation camp of Moon Shadow, my heart racing with anticipation, my mind focused on the task at hand. As I neared the entrance, I spotted two young pups engaged

stepping between the two pups with a

calm and soothing as

they sized me up. “She started it!” one

small smile playing at the corners of

replied, my tone firm but gentle. “What matters is that you both stop fighting

sure to keep my voice loud enough for the Beta, my mate, to hear. I knew that he was nearby, and I wanted to make sure that he took notice

my shoulder, I caught sight of him watching from a distance, his eyes narrowed in curiosity as he observed the scene unfolding before him. With a subtle shift in my stance, I made sure to position myself

pups began to ease and they reluctantly backed down, I knew that it was time for me to make my exit. With a final glance in the Beta’s direction, I turned on my heel and made my way out of the camp, a sense of satisfaction

over my shoulder, I saw him emerging from the camp, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of

anticipation and I made sure to keep a careful eye on my surroundings, weaving in and out of the throngs of people in an effort to remain inconspicuous. I walked in a zigzag manner, my pace brisk but purposeful, all the while keeping an

struggling to untangle some materials, her frustration evident on her face as she attempted to wrestle the stubborn knots