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

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should find a way to meet with the Beta. Make him crazy about you!” The order

about meeting my mate once again had me so

How would I create an impact on him without actually getting affected. To

be. Asking around in disguise, I found out that he was at

I formulated plans on my mind about what I was going to

with anticipation, my mind focused on the task at hand. As I neared the entrance, I spotted two young pups engaged in a

intervene, stepping between the two pups with a firm but gentle

calm and soothing as I

fight, casting wary glances in my direction as they sized me up. “She started it!” one of them exclaimed, pointing an accusatory paw at the

small smile playing at the

it,” I replied, my tone firm but gentle. “What matters

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

tension between the 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

glanced back over my shoulder, I saw him emerging from the camp, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. And as I disappeared into the shadows, I couldn’t help but smile to

crowded streets, my heart pounded with 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 eye out for any signs of

spotted a woman struggling to untangle some materials, her frustration evident on her face as she attempted to wrestle the stubborn knots into submission. Without hesitation, I