Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

RAINA’S POV

Immediately Donnie bade the woman goodbye, I seized the moment to approach, my footsteps deliberate and my expression veiled in a facade of casual curiosity. With a carefully crafted greeting, I engaged Donnie in conversation, masking the turmoil that churned within.

“Hello, Donnie, 1 greeted, feigning an air of friendliness. “I couldn’t help but notice your conversation. Who was that woman?”

Donnie, her expression genuine, manuever the details of their interaction. Suppressing the undercurrent of frustration, I probed further, strategically steering the conversation towards topics that I knew would ignite a spark of irritation.

As I skillfully maneuvered through the exchange, a subtle tension threaded the air. With each calculated comment, I felt the anger simmering beneath the surface, a catalyst for the plan I aimed

to set into motion.

The conversation became a dance of veiled hostility and feigned innocence. Mason, still absorbed in his play, remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing between the adults.

I intensified my approach, the words chosen with precision to elicit a response. Donnie, caught in the web of provoked emotions, began to mirror the frustration that I had strategically stoked.

The anger, a smoldering fire, became the backdrop for the plan to unfold. With each exchanged. word, I felt the pieces aligning, a calculated chaos that would soon culminate in the confrontation I sought.

As the tension reached its peak, I seized the moment, unleashing the carefully constructed anger within me, a force designed to act as the catalyst for the revelation that awaited in the aftermath and began to attack her.

Damn! That bitch was so strong and I never expected her to be.

“What’s going on here?” Carlyle suddenly appeared from nowhere. Deep down, I knew I was done for but I had hope nevertheless that things turn out in my favour. Such blindness, I had.

Donnie was very fast to tell Carlyle all that happened without mincing words and before I knew it, 1 found myself in the dungeon.

Who would save me? That was the only thing that rang in my head. I didn’t want to tell my brother about it because I knew the result wouldn’t be good but I had to reach out to him when I was left with totally no option.

Soon, I was released as expected and throughout the journey home, silence took over between I

and

my

brother.

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The landscape passed us by in a blur, as each of us were deepened in our thoughts. Obviously, the silence was pregnant with unaddressed emotions, stretched between us like an impassable chasm.

Glancing at my brother, I found his expression unreadable, a mask that concealed the complexities of our shared history. However, deep down, I could tell that things were going to go awry.

As the familiar sights of our territory came into view, the silence persisted and I knew without a word that I was done form knew thing my brother hated so much was humiliation and I knew without a doubt that he must have experienced that from Carlyle because of me.

How could I be so foolish? If only I had planned things out well.

As soon as we were on foot towards my brothers office, I followed behind him hurriedly without a second thought.

“Kneel!” That was the first thing he said to me since hours that we saw again. The command to kneel cut through the lingering silence, and a chill crawled down my spine.

This time, I didn’t bother saying anything and just complied to the command. What do I have to say in the first place? It was my recklessness and not his.

As I lowered myself, the cold ground beneath my knees served as a stark reminder of the gravity of the rift that had unfolded between us.

My brother’s stern voice echoed, “How could you be so reckless, bringing shame upon our pack?” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The weight of his words hung in the air, and I could feel the intensity of his disappointment. My silence, a heavy admission of guilt, filled the void between us. The office door loomed ahead, an ominous threshold that promised a confrontation long overdue.

As we entered his office, the atmosphere became charged with unspoken tension. My brother turned to face me, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of anger and frustration.

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you realize the consequences of your actions? Carlyle’s betrayal reverberates through our pack, staining our reputation.”

I swallowed hard, the bitter taste of remorse settling in my throat.

“I never meant for things to spiral out of control. I thought I could handle it,” I stammered, attempting to articulate the remorse that churned within.

His eyes narrowed, and his voice sharpened. “Your actions have consequences, not just for you but for our entire pack. How could you be so blind?”

The office now felt like an arena for a verbal duel. As the words exchanged became sharper, emotions escalated, and the unspoken wounds that had festered over the silent journey home now sought release in the heated exchange.

“Carlyle’s attitude was a result of your inability to foresee the consequences of your actions,” my brother accused, his frustration pouring forth. “You’ve tarnished the legacy of our family all because of your obsession over someone who doesn’t recognize you one bit.”

I clenched my fists, my own anger bubbling to the surface.

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“You think I don’t know that? I never intended for any of this to happen,” I retorted, the frustration in my voice matching his.

The accusations, like arrows, were exchanged with precision, each word a blow to the already fragile bonds that connected us. The office served a witness to years of aggression.

As the argument escalated, my brother’s command echoed once more, “Kneel!”

Without hesitation, I complied, my posture conveying a mixture of submission and defiance. The ground felt unforgiving beneath my knees, a physical manifestation of the weight of responsibility and the consequences of my actions,

He paced around the room, his voice cutting through the charged air.

“You will learn the magnitude of your mistakes. This isn’t just about you; it’s about the pack, our lineage.”

The clash of emotions reached a crescendo, and as I knelt in silence, the realization struck that the consequences of my actions extended beyond personal regret. The familial ties that once bound us. now strained under the weight of disappointment and resentment.

“I’m sorry, Alpha Rex. I’m really sorry.” I apologized, being the only thing I could do at that

moment.

“Sorry won’t do it, Raina. You really need to face the appropriate punishment.” He said with a tone of finality.