Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 93
AMELIA’S POV
As I stood there, facing the Beta with a carefully neutral expression, his intense gaze bore into mine, searching for any sign of deception. His voice, when he spoke, held a hint of aggression, his frustration palpable in the air between us.
“I don’t know what you mean, mister,” I replied calmly, my voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me.
“Don’t tell me you don’t feel it,” he retorted, his tone growing more forceful as he took a step closer, his imposing figure towering over me.
“I still don’t get you,” I insisted, refusing to back down in the face of his intensity.
“Don’t get me pissed,” he snapped, his voice rising with anger. “You were very intentional about it. You knew what you said.”
“That was…” I began, but his interruption cut me off mid-sentence.
“That was what?” he demanded, his voice harsh as he awaited my response.
I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts before continuing. “That was a misunderstanding,” I replied, my voice calm but firm. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”
But the Beta wasn’t convinced, his gaze still sharp as he studied me for any sign of deception. And as the tension between us stretched taut like a bowstring, I knew that this conversation was far from over.
“No, you can’t change your stance just now. I’m not new to that trick!” he continued, his voice edged with suspicion.
My heart raced in my chest as I listened to him, his words sending a shiver down my spine. Had he seen through my facade? Had he uncovered my true intentions? The thought sent a wave of panic coursing through me, but I forced myself to remain calm.
As his words washed over me, a sense of unease crept into my heart. His accusation cut
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deep, a reminder that I was treading on dangerous ground. But I couldn’t afford to show any signs of weakness now. I had a mission to complete, and I couldn’t let anything stand in
my way.
I couldn’t afford to let him see my fear. Instead, I focused on formulating a new plan, searching for a way to regain the upper hand in our conversation. And then it hit me – seduction.
With a calm and steady voice, I began to speak, my words laced with a hint of sweetness and charm.
“You’re right, I can’t change my stance,” I said softly, my tone coaxing and persuasive. “But maybe there’s another way we can resolve this.”
As I spoke, I leaned in closer, allowing my gaze to linger on his face, my eyes sparkling with warmth and allure. I could see the tension in his shoulders begin to ease, his suspicion giving way to curiosity.
With each word, I drew him in further, weaving a web of seduction that enveloped us both in its embrace. And as the air between us cr ackled with electricity, I knew that I had him right where I wanted him.
But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of my mind. Seduction was a dangerous game, and I was playing with fire. But for now, it was the only card I had left to play. And I would play it to the best of my abilities, no matter the cost.
Coughing out nothing, he suddenly calked himself back and began avoiding my gaze making me chuckle inwardly.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Amelia.” I answered and he didn’t say anything. He seemed to be having a tough time figuring out what next to do.
“Look mister,” I broke the lingering silence when I couldn’t bear it anymore.
“I’m Donald,” he interrupted, his voice terse as he cut me off.
“Dam mit!” I bit back a curse at his sudden interjection, my nerves on edge as I struggled to
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maintain my composure. The way his name rolled off his tongue had a really great impact on me at that moment. The urge to touch him, to feel him, listen to his masculine whispers crowded my senses. Donald’s abruptness caught me off guard, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words.
But as I collected myself, I realized that this was my chance to regain control of the situation. With a steely resolve, I met his gaze head-on, refusing to let him see the uncertainty that churned within me.
“Well, Donald,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside me. “It seems we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. Perhaps we can start over and try to find some common ground.”
As I spoke, I watched Donald carefully, searching for any sign of weakness or vulnerability. But to my surprise, his expression remained guarded, his features a mask of stoicism as he regarded me with a cool detachment.
But I refused to be deterred. I had come too far to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.