Alphas Second Chance Mate Sidonie Carlyle

Chapter 58

DONNIE’S POV

The embrace lasted a while, a silent exchange of emotions communicated through the warmth of our tightly held

hug. In that moment, words seemed unnecessary as tears continued to flow, carrying with them the weight of

the years we spent apart.

The silence spoke volumes, echoing the joy of reunion and the pain of separation. Each heartbeat felt like a

reassurance, a reminder that we were no longer bound by the distance that once kept us

apart.

As the tears subsided, we reluctantly released each other, our eyes still reflecting the lingering emotions. There

was a shared understanding that words couldn't capture the depth of what we felt in that embrace.

“Dad!” | called out, staring right at him in the face but he didn’t say a word nor cry. | could tell he was hurt and

was on the verge of crying but he hid it so well. Instead, he stared right back at me.

| stood there, expecting him to say something to put off my nervousness but he didn’t. Mum noticed this and

nudged him with her arm to reply me.

In a low tone, he muttered his question while taking his gaze off me..

“How have you been?” He finally asked.

As he uttered those words, a mix of emotions washed over me. It was a simple question, yet it carried the weight

of the years we spent apart. | took a deep breath, trying to compose myself before responding.

“I've been... okay,” | replied, the hesitation in my voice betraying the complexity of my emotions. “It's been a

journey, but I'm here now.”

His gaze met mine again, and | could see the concern etched in his eyes. Despite the distance and time, the

connection between us was still intact, and his unspoken worry spoke volumes.

“We missed you,” he finally admitted, his voice carrying a blend of sorrow and relief. It was a statement that held

the echoes of countless moments when my absence had left a void in their

lives.

“I missed you too, Dad,” | confessed, feeling a lump form in my throat. The years apart had shaped us

differently, and acknowledging the mutual longing for each other's presence was both painful and comforting.

Mum, sensing the emotional weight of the moment, wrapped her arms around both of us, creating a circle of

shared warmth.

“Mama, Mason held my clothes, feeling left out.

“Hey, baby.” | ruffled his hair playfully, smiling at him before taking a look at my parent's reaction. | wasn’t sure

how | was going to introduce Mason to them just then.

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“Is this Mason?” Dad asked, and | nodded. Dad stretched his hands to Mason but he recoiled away from him,

snuggling closer to me.

“I don’t know you, don’t touch me.” He said, frowning his face at them. | noticed the expression on Dad's face

change at Mason's words and | could tell that he was hurt by the sentence. It’s hurting for your grandchild who

was supposed to be close to you seem farther than ever because of a fanli which isn’t yours. That, | could

understand.

“He’s a bit shy,” | explained, my hand gently patting Mason's back to reassure him. “Mason, this is Grandpa. Can

you say hello?”

Mason peeked from behind me, eyeing Dad cautiously. “Hi, Grandpa,” he mumbled, his litle voice barely audible.

Dad smiled warmly, understanding the apprehension in Mason's eyes. “Hello, Mason. It’s nice to finally meet

you.”

Mum joined the interaction, her eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and curiosity.

“And who's this handslittle boy?” She asked, crouching down to Mason's eye level.

“I'm Mason,” he replied, gaining a bit more confidence. “And you're?”

“I'm your grandma, you can callgranny. Mum replied, but Mason did the unexpected.

“No, you're not granny. Granny Ena is my granny.”

Mum and | exchanged surprised glances, both amused and slightly taken aback by Mason's straightforwardness.

Mum flasheda questioning look as to what Mason meant and I quickly told her not to worry that | would

explain what it is to her later.

“Mason, this is my mum, and your grandma. So, | want you to greet her properly.”

“Hi, grandma.” He hesitated first.

That's right, sweetheart, Mum affirmed, her eyes welling up with tears. “I've been waiting so long to meet you.”

Despite the initial shyness, Mason's presence was a bridge that began to span the gap between the past and the

present. As we navigated this reunion, the threads of family were slowly weaving a new chapter, and | couldn't

help but marvel at the beauty of the moment.

Someone walked over to Carlyle who stood at a distance watching the reunion scene and whispered something

in his ears. Carlyle walked over to me, patting my back.

“Something cup, Donnie. | want you to return with your parents. I'll cpick you and Mason. up as soon

as I'm done.”

“It's fine, do what you need to do.” | nodded, and he smiled momentarily before leaving after. ordering his driver

to drive us hto my parents.

Entering my hafter dbandoning it years ago was something | had imagined countless times but never truly

prepared for. The familiar scent, the cozy atmosphere, and the nostalgic memories”

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flooded my senses. Mason, still holding my hand, glanced around with wide-eyed curiosity, taking in the

surroundings.

“Welcback, Donnie Mum said, her voice filled with a mix of emotions. Dad stood beside her, wearing a

gentle smile.

“Thanks, Mum,” | replied, a lump forming in my throat. We moved further into the house, each step echoing the

years that had passed since | last walked these halls.

As we settled into the living room, Mum couldn’t contain her emotions any longer. Tears welled up in her eyes,

and she embracedtightly. “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”

“I missed you too, Mum,” | whispered, reciprocating the hug.

Mason, observing the emotional exchange, looked a bit confused but joined in the group hug.

“We need to talk, Sidonnie.” Dad suddenly interrupted my moment of familiarity.

“Alright, Dad. But I'll like to freshen up first and settle Mason down.”

“No, we're doing the talking now. Any other thing can follow.” His tone was that of finality, and | had no choice

but to sit around the table he sat at, paying full attention to him.

“First, who is Mason's father? There has been no record of a bastard in this family and | won't let it begin with

you.”

The question tookaback as | allowed his words resonate in my mind.

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