Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Ready to end it all.

Sidonie’s POV

I stepped out of the cab, feeling like crap. But at the very least, I didn’t look like one. Mom had dressed me in a new outfit, a blue skater dress that she had claimed looked amazing on me.

I couldn’t care less.

I walked into the Cafe where I was to meet my betrothed. It was a cutesy place, with the most amazing baked goods on display. I made a mental note to buy them when this date was done. Stuffing my face with pastries sounded like a very good way to fill the vacuum in my heart.

I sighed, glancing around the cafe. Why couldn’t we just FaceTime or something? Why on earth did I have to see him physically? My lips curled sadly and I shook my head.

Don’t you dare cry, Sidonie. Not in public.

Sniffing, I fished out the card mom had given me before I left home. It stated the table number where we were to meet and his name.

Carlyle.

I approached one of the waiters and showed them the card. “I’d like to go to this table please?”

The man read through, nodded, and pointed towards the end of the cafeteria. “Last booth on the right.”

Last booth? Whoever this Alpha of the Alpha was, he really must like his privacy. I trudged toward the booth and then a very familiar scent tickled my nose. The scent of wood and pines.

The searing pain of rejection shot through my veins and I clamped my teeth down on my lips, trying to remind myself of all the many reasons why I shouldn’t cry.

I approached the booth where my betrothed sat. He had dark hair. Wavy dark hair. My eyes narrowed. The scent of my ex-mate grew stronger and a gasp slipped from my lips when he looked up.

and violet eyes blinked right at

It was him.

blue shirt that had a few of its buttons undone, revealing his

had brutally ripped my heart right out of my chest and stomped on it three weeks ago. He hadn’t cared what severing the

that was the male I was to

took me in and then they narrowed into slits. He rose to his feet, gritting his teeth angrily. “What are you doing

I asked, looking back to see if he was referring

you stalking me?

thought his rejection had hurt, his accusation

not…” I said feebly, feeling my tongue grow heavy

days, eased up at his presence. He was the tribulation in

It was maddening.

hissed. “I don’t f**king want you! Do you need me

“I… I wasn’t–”

want you. I don’t f**king need you. Quit pestering me and quit stalking me! If you

sliding down my cheek in streams. I glanced around to see everyone

I had been humiliated.

none other

derision at myself and did the

I ran.

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city, staring down at the river that pooled beneath it. The

That Alpha Carlyle would care for me and would