Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 88

CARLYLE'S POV

The tension in the air crac kled like electricity as Donald's words hung between us, heavy with accusation and

frustration. | could feel the weight of his pain bearing down on me, his words cutting through the silence like a

knife.

“I don’t get what you mean, Donald. Explain,” | demanded urgently,

Donald took a deep breath, his expression weary as he began to explain the events that had unfolded in my

absence.

“I have been stuck with issues regarding the cases we have been investigating these days,” he began, his voice

strained with the weight of his responsibilities.

“I know that,” I replied, my tone firm as | reminded him of our prior discussions. “We were going to discuss the

next line of action as soon as | return from my family outing.”

“Yes, Carl, you are right,” Donald conceded, his gaze shifting uneasily as he continued his explanation.

“But after you left, | got a message that the head of the Canthrastras, | mean their representative wants to meet

with you,” he continued apprehensively.

“Okay, so what happened?” | pressed, my curiosity piqued by the sudden turn of events.

“I wanted to wait for your return but the conditions stated required my immediate presence in your absence,”

Donald explained, his voice tinged with regret.

“Then, you went!” | exclaimed, my frustration bubbling to the surface as | struggled to comprehend

his actions.

“Yes | did, after consulting the council of elders about it,” Donald admitted defensively.

“You shouldn’t have gone, Donald,” | admonished, my voice tinged with disappointment. “What if something

terrible had happened? What will you do? How do you expectto deal with it? You and | know that the council

of elders are not to be trusted with their decisions always. Yet...”

“That's enough, Carl. I've had enough!” Donald fired back, his voice rising with anger as he cutoff mid-

sentence. “I returned safe at least, you don’t have to keep talking and reprimandinglike | did something very

wrong. Moreover, that’s not the problem here.”

| fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in as | struggled to process the depth of his frustration. It was clear

that our communication had broken down, leaving us both feeling misunderstood and

unheard.

Looking into Donald's eyes, | saw a reflection of my own remorse mirrored back at me. His pain and regret were

palpable, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness. In that moment, | realized that my own ego and

desires paled in

comparison to the depth of his emotions. He deserved my empathy and support, not my judgment and

reprimand.

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“I'm sorry, Don. | didn’t mean it that way,” | admitted, my voice soft with sincerity. It was a struggle to push past

my own pride and ego, but | knew that apologizing was the first step towards rebuilding our fractured

relationship. After all, Donald wasn’t just my Beta, he was my closest friend and confidant.

His expression softened at my words, a glimmer of gratitude shining in his eyes. “It's okay, Carl,” he replied, his

voice tinged with relief. “I appreciate your apology.”

Taking a deep breath, | forced myself to set aside my own concerns and focus on Donald's story. “So, I'm all ears.

Sorry for interrupting you earlier,” | said, genuine remorse coloring my words.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Donald continued his tale.

“Heading to the meeting point as stated in the message, the first person | set my eyes on was her,” he began,

his voice filled with awe and admiration. “She was beautiful, Carl. Huge, fiery, and serious all at once.

| listened intently as Donald described the woman he had encountered, his words painting a vivid picture in my

mind. It was clear that she had made a profound impression on him, sparking a mixture of awe and trepidation.

His description of the woman he had encountered was as captivating as it was intriguing.

“She was beautiful, Carl,” his voice was filled with a sense of wonder. “Tall and commanding, with a presence

that seemed to fill the room. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves, framing a face that was

both striking and fierce.”

| listened intently as Donald described the woman's physical appearance, my imagination conjuring up a vision

of her in my mind's eye. It was clear that she possessed a beauty that was not easily forgotten, a combination of

strength and grace that was both alluring and intimidating.

“But despite her beauty, she acted badly towards me,” Donald admitted, his tone tinged with disappointment.

“She was hostile and uncooperative, refusing to listen to reason or engage in meaningful dialogue.”

| frowned at his words, a sense of frustration building within me. It was clear that Donald had faced a formidable

adversary, one whose actions threatened to derail our efforts and jeopardize our goals.

“We'll figure this out, Don,” | assured him, my voice firm with determination. “Together, we'll find a way

through.” | assured.

“Did you try to talk to her?”

“Of course, | did.” He smiled gruffly. “Do you know what she said?”

1 shook

my

head, staring at him.

“Don’t think about it. I'm rejecting the bond! That was what she said”

“Even before you said anything to her?”

“Yes, Carl. She f ucking knew what was in my mind. She could predict my next action. She’s smart enough to

read my mind. She’s a Canthrastra, guy. A f ucking Canthrastra. She's...” His trailed off in

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pain, dropping his weight on the floor just beside me.

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“Did you try to talk to her?” | asked, my voice barely above a whisper as | struggled to comprehend the extent of

the challenge before us.

“Of course, | did,” Donald replied, his smile devoid of any warmth. “But do you know what she said?”

| shook my head, my heart sinking at the thought of what he was about to reveal.

“Don’t think about it. I'm rejecting the bond!” Donald's voice was tinged with bitterness and disbelief as he

echoed the woman's words. “Even before you said anything to her?”

“Yes, Carl. She f ucking knew what was in my mind,” Donald confirmed, his frustration boiling over as he

recounted the encounter. “She could predict my next action. She’s smart enough to read my mind. She's a

Canthrastra, guy. A f ucking Canthrastra.”

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the danger we now faced. The Canthrastras

were renowned for their intelligence and cu nning, their abilities far surpassing those of ordinary werewolves. To

have one of them be Donald's mate alone was a big issue and | began to wonder what the moon Goddess have

in store for him.

| reached out to grasp Donald's shoulder in a gesture of solidarity, offering what little comfort | could in the face

of such adversity. “We'll find a way to deal with this, Don,” | assured him, my voice tinged with determination.

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