Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 4

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.

violet eyes blinked right at

It was him.

dressed differently. In a blue shirt that had a few

ripped my heart right out of my chest and stomped on it three weeks ago. He hadn’t cared what severing the mate bond would do to me. He hadn’t cared if I lived

was the male I was to

he took me in and then they narrowed into slits. He rose to his

back to see if he

you stalking me?

had hurt, his accusation made

feebly, feeling my tongue

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

It was maddening.

f**king want you! Do you need me to spell it

“I… I wasn’t–”

me and quit stalking me! If you had any

cruel words. I stepped away from him, tears sliding down my cheek in streams. I

I had been humiliated.

other

did the one thing I

I ran.

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river that pooled beneath it. The

better. That Alpha Carlyle would care for me and would alleviate the

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