Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

CARLYLE’S POV

“Alpha Carlyle,” she called out to me and my mood changed once again. She was back to the distance mood and a part of me didn’t like it..

Before I could say a word, she continued what she intended to say.

“From the look of things, you seem to be fully alright now, and since you have more important things to do, I suggest you leave before it’s late.” She said and turned to leave, holding the young boy’s hand while smiling at him.

I wanted to stop her but I held back. If I could remember right, she was so nice to meet a few minutes ago to the extent that she craved my touch and wanted me to do things with her. She was willing! In fact, she never used the word ‘Alpha‘ when speaking to me. Why the sudden change? Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

My mind drifted from her to the boy Athena held. For some reason, I felt the urge to know him more. Something about him kept drawing me close to him. But Donnie’s sudden switch wouldn’t allow me to.

“Okay, it’s fine.” I muttered with the aim of going back as soon as I get the chance.

Back at the pack, Donald raised a question that fueled my suspicion.

“Carl,” he paused, busying himself with some other jobs.

“Hmmn,” I hummed in response.

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” I asked.

“What is?”

“Don’t you feel anything when you see that child?”

Now, I rose my head to pay attention to his thoughts.

“That child that woman held, I feel you both bear a resemblance.” He blurted.

Laughing hysterically, I gave him a questioning look.

“How is the connection made then?” I rolled my eyes at him.

“That, I don’t know. All I can say is I have that feeling, but I can’t seem to figure it out.

For me to feel this way, you must have noticed it too, right?”

I kept silent for a while, thinking.

“I did. But I feel he’s more related to Donnie’s godmother.”

“You think he’s related to Athena?”

“I just said that.” I emphasized on my penultimate word.

“I doubt it. But it’s your choice anyway.” Donald stopped there without saying anything

more.

Three weeks had elapsed since the intense flurry

attention within the pack. The air was charged activities that demanded my

with a sense of accomplishment, and a temporary tranquility settled over our territory. The agreed– upon pact with the pack. elders and various supernatural groups had borne fruit as each faction now boasted a meticulously trained army.

The training grounds echoed with the sounds of disciplined drills and the clashing of weapons as werewolves and supernatural beings alike honed their combat skills.

As I traversed the pack grounds, a subtle pride welled within me. The alliance we had forged was not just a paper agreement; it was a living, breathing entity that manifested. in the strength and coordination of our combined forces. The elders‘ wisdom and the supernatural beings‘ unique abilities blended seamlessly with the werewolves‘ primal prowess, creating a formidable coalition.

However, beneath the surface of this apparent harmony, the echoes of challenges yet to come lingered. The calm was but a temporary respite, and I knew the storm of uncertainties loomed on the horizon. The delicate balance we had achieved required. vigilant upkeep, for the alliances were fragile, susceptible to the winds of change.

Three weeks without seeing Donnic, I couldn’t take it anymore and I made my way to her house. That way, I would also thank Athena for her treatment and care.

As I reached her doorstep, I hesitated for a moment, gathering my thoughts and emotions. The need to see her, to feel her presence, propelled me forward. With a determined exhale, I knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet surroundings.

Athena was the one who answered the door. Her eyes exuding wisdom and perception as it held a knowing glint. It was as though she could sense the purpose behind my visit.

“Alpha Carlyle,” she greeted with a warm smile, inviting me inside. “It’s been a while. You’re highly welcome.”

I reciprocated the smile, grateful for the welcoming reception she offered.

“Thank you, Athena. Your care has not gone unnoticed, and I wanted to express my gratitude.”

“It’s my job as a healer. Have your seat.” She said. I couldn’t see Donnie around nor the little boy. Perhaps she had gone somewhere but I didn’t ask, not wanting to be too forward. At least, I wasn’t there for just a reason. I wanted to have a full knowledge about the wolfsbane Raina poured on me.

“Athena.” I began, my tone measured, “I need to understand more about the wolfsbane that Raina used. Its effects were unlike any I’ve encountered before.”

Athena’s eyes reflected a depth of understanding as she nodded in acknowledgment.

“Indeed, Alpha Carlyle, that particular species of wolfsbane is rare and potent. It’s called. the Aridian Wolfsbane, named after the region where it’s predominantly found.”

Aridian Wolfsbane the name resonated with an air of significance, and my interest was piqued as I eager to glean more insights.

“What makes it different from the regular wolfsbane we encounter?”

“The Aridian Wolfsbane has unique properties,” Athena explained. “Its potency lies in the fact that it can temporarily suppress the regenerative abilities of werewolves, making the healing process much slower and more painful. It’s a cunning weapon when used strategically.”

A frown etched across my brow as the gravity of the information settled. The implications of encountering such a formidable weapon added a layer of complexity to the challenges we faced. But

another thought also crossed my mind. Since it’s really potent as she said, it could be a weapon against the Canthrastras too. If it will, there hast to be a way to cure its potency.

“Is there a way to counteract its effects? To expedite the healing process?”

Athena considered the question, her gaze focused.

“There are rare herbs and rituals that can accelerate the recovery, but they require

precision and care. Moreover, it remains a probability nevertheless.”

“I don’t see Sidonnie anywhere, isn’t she in?” I asked.

She nodded, acknowledging the sentiment. “Donnie is in the garden far down from here. Go and find her. I’m sure you have much to catch up on.”

Immediately, I stood up and headed outside while trying to find out where exactly she was by tracing her scent. The familiarity of Donnie’s home enveloped me as I made my way to the garden. The vibrant colors of blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves greeted me, creating a serene backdrop for the long–overdue reunion.

There, amidst the greenery, I found Donnie. The sunlight played upon her features, casting a gentle glow that accentuated her presence. As our eyes met, a cascade of emotions surged within me – relief, joy, and an overwhelming sense of completeness.

“Donnie,” I uttered her name, the weight of the separation lifting as I closed the distance between us. Her eyes mirrored the emotions swirling within mine, and without a word,. she flashed a smile at me.

“Alpha Carlyle, to what do I owe your visit?”

“I haven’t seen you in weeks, it’s not bad to come down here just to see you and probably spend some time with you.”

“That’s a good thought.” She commented, gazing at some other place.

“Yes, it is. Before we talk, I’ll like to ask a question.” I chipped in.

“What is it?”

“Who is Mason?” I asked and the air grew tense around us. I could feel it.