Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 9
CARLYLE’S POV
Scenarios of 1 and Donnie meeting flashed through my mind in sequence. The whole thing seemed like a delusion. It felt unreal. I found it hard to believe that I had just caused myself one of the most important things of my life.
“Stop whining, fellow. Take steps. The next thing is us finding her.” Laryl chastised.
“Is Donnie really your mate? How did you find out? When did you know? I thought you said you’ve never seen her…” I was questioned b both elders that were present.
“Do you have an idea of where she could go? Perhaps a family or friend she could be with?” I ignored the elders’ questions, directing my question to Donnie’s father.
“Absolutely no idea, Alpha. This will be the first time we will find ourselves in this situation. We’ve never experienced Donnie’s rebellious side in previous times.” He responded.
What next? I was at a loss on what to do.
“Please, Alpha. Help find our daughter. We can’t do without her, she’s all we’ve got.” Donnie’s mother pleaded, holding my hand as she panicked endlessly.
“I’ll try my best. Sincerely, I will. If not for anything, I have to find her for my personal reasons too. So, put your mind at rest.” I said. I made sure not to make a promise as I have no idea if I would be able to find her.
“Laryl, what next?”
“Dumba ss, your primal senses.” He replied.
“Can I have any of her property she wears or uses often? Preferably, a cloth she wore recently.”
“Yes, there are. Why did you ask Alpha?”

“I’ll trace her using her scent and I need something that strongly carries her scent since I wasn’t familiar with her.”
“Have this.” Donnie’s mother handed me her pillow and hair brush. Sniffing it, it had her scent just strong enough as I needed.
“May the Goddess aid you, Carlyle.” Elder Meyer blessed my next step as I headed out of their abode in search for my mate.
Leaving Donnie’s home, the regret lingering in my chest weighed heavily, urging me to
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rectify the mistake I made. The outside air spoke whispers of missed chances as I stepped into the wilderness, determined to find her. Yet, the daunting reality set in- this wasn’t a quest I could undertake alone; she had been gone for too long and I would need more capable hands to cover a large geographical area.
The cold breeze grazed my fur as I pondered my next move. A decision formed like a resolute fire within me: I needed a search army.
Gathering my Beta, Donald, and a few trusted guards, I conveyed the urgency of the situation, ordering them on what to do.
Harnessing the ancient technique of my pack, I gathered the search party in a circle. instructing them to master Donnie’s scent. With focused determination, each member committed her essence to memory, imprinting it on their senses. They had no choice. but to do as I ordered.
As we ventured into the woods and approached nearby packs, the mastery of Donnie’s scent became everyone’s guiding compass.
The woods echoed with the synchronized footsteps of our assembly as our collective howls signaled the unity of our pursuit. Through dense forests and open fields, we covered vast areas, searching for Donnie but to no avail. She was nowhere to be found..
“Any news, Alpha?” Elder Meyer asked through the mind-link.
“None. We can’t find her.”
SIDONNIE’S POV
In the stillness of the night, with my heart burdened by an indescribable weight, I began writing a letter to my parents. The words flowed from my pen, inked confessions of love and regret, explaining the choice I felt compelled to make. Tears stained the paper as I sealed the envelope, a silent farewell etched in every line.
The room which was once familiar and comforting, now echoed with the hollowness of
my
decision. I didn’t want to leave; the very idea was a painful rupture. Yet, circumstances left me no choice but to embark on an uncertain journey with only a meager collection of belongings.
With each item carefully packed, I felt the tangible weight of the life I was leaving behind. My photographs whispered memories, and clothes carried the scent of familiarity. The room, stripped of my presence, bore witness to the quiet departure that unfolded in the depths of the night.
As I closed the door behind me, the heaviness in my chest lingered. The world outside embraced me with an air of uncertainty, and with every step, the echoes of my departure resonated in the quiet streets. I wasn’t sure where I was headed but I knew I
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