Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

CARLYLE’S POV

“How are you feeling?” I asked after the whole session we had and her injury.

“I’m fine, thank you,” she replied, her tone carrying a hint of shyness, and I took it to be a normal thing. No one was taking the blame after all. She could only blame it on the mate bond between us if she wanted to take it up.

As we slowly dressed after taking a break, the air was filled with the aftermath of our passionate encounter. The space we were in was bathed in silence as we both stared at each other without saying a word, carrying the echo of our shared intimacy. I could feel the subtle tension in her movements, a blend of shyness and satisfaction.

With every button I fastened and every strap she adjusted, the atmosphere between us. wove a tapestry of shared moments. Her gaze which was once fiery and intense, now carried a delicate hesitancy as she avoided meeting my eyes. A soft smile played on my lips, as I glanced at her stylishly.

She stood up fully dressed, the fabric of her dress cascading gracefully around her as a shield that veiled the vulnerability she felt.

In that moment, the room held a certain serenity, a quiet acknowledgment of the emotions that lingered in the space between us.

“How about you pick some white Daisies for ambiance?” I suggested out of the blue with the thought that it would also lighten up the atmosphere that has come to build.

Why? What if I knew what she wanted to say and why she was hesitant. She was scared that the White Dasier could take a toll and act the way it did when we were in. Aridah.

“It won’t. You’re safe.” I assured her. That, I was sure of since I already thought through the possibilities surrounding the incident.

“How sure are you?” She was scared despite my assurance.

“I feel it has something to do with the seal in Aridah. Moreover, if you pick some on your way now, it wouldn’t look weird when you’re comforting her.” I added, giving her reason to pull up some.

“You’re right. Though. I have my ways of going about that.”

“All right then, bye. Don’t forget our next meeting; I’ll be expecting a response from you.” She didn’t reply, but I caught her smiling.

We left the place together until we got to the point where our pathways diverged. Just as I turned my back to her after bidding her my bye, she asked me a question.

“What if…” she paused. “Just, what if… Athena was responsible for everything? What should I do?”

For her to ask, she must have thought it through and realized that there’s a high possibility my hypotheses were a fact.

“If she’s responsible for it or you suspect that she was, it could only mean one thing. I answered.

“She’s a Canthrastra.” Donnie completed just what I had in mind to say.

“Yes, and that means she could read your mind and know what you’re thinking.”

“That’s scary.”

“Of course, it is. When you want to talk to her, try to avoid eye contact with her. If anything should happen, reach out to me. You know how to.” That was the last sentence I said to Donnie before we parted ways.

Back at the pack, things were going on fine for everyone. The things I ordered Donald to do were put in place already. The injured were doing just fine, as well as the homeless. Those people who lost their businesses were also attended to by other pack members with respect to my Beta’s orders and directives.

“How did it turn out?” Donald asked, curious just like every other person would.

“The Canthrastras are indeed planing a war.” I announced the news to him.

“What does that mean?” I queried, a furrow forming on my brow.

“The seal is broken already. In fact, there’s no seal again. Whatever is there is just a facade. The founder knew the way to go in and out of the Arida without breaking the seal or letting anyone in,” I explained.

“If they’re free, why haven’t they attacked properly? All they ever did since they got free

was create sneak attacks,” Donald pondered aloud, contemplating the puzzling restraint displayed by the mysterious beings.

“About that, I don’t know. All I can say is that something is holding them back,” I responded, with a thoughtful expression crossing my face.

“What do we do next?” He inquired, the urgency of the situation reflected in his gaze.

“We have to call a meeting of the elders,” I responded, recognizing the need for collective wisdom in the face of the unfolding threat.

“Those sneaky old elders won’t respond in time, and this is a matter of urgency,” he expressed doubt, aware of the usual deliberative pace of the elders. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“They’ll cooperate. We have to make them,” I asserted, determination firm in my voice.

“What do you mean?” He questioned, seeking clarification on the plan.

“There’s evidence to trigger their anger,” I explained cryptically, alluding to information that could potentially spur the elders into swift action.

“What evidence?” He pressed further, his curiosity piqued.

“This.” I showed him the weapon the White Dasier formed, and he collected it from me, inspecting it.

“What is this?” He asked, scrutinizing the image before me.

“I’m here to find out,” I replied, a sense of urgency in his tone.

“Isn’t this the White Dasier manifested weapon you mentioned?”

“Yes, it is, but it wasn’t the White Dasier that formed it. Something else was used. It was indeed manifested by the White Stars, but there’s something more behind it, and I need to find out about it fast,” I explained with a weighty concern etched on my face.

“Well, I think I’ve seen this picture in a book in the archives,” Donald remarked, recalling a familiar image.

“Are you sure?” I pressed for confirmation.

“Of course, I am, he affirmed.

“Then let’s check it out. We should be able to find something,” I suggested, the urgency driving us to the archives in pursuit of answers that could unravel the mysteries

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18:52 Fri, 1 Mar

entwined with the supernatural weapon manifested by the White Dasier.