Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 22

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CARLYLE’S POV

My fist balled up as I listened to Raina’s taunts and tactics. Her words rang in my ears as she threatened me with hurting Donnie. She thinks she can hurt my mate and go scot free? Hell no! But at that moment, there was nothing I could do but listen while plotting a countermove I’d unleash soon.

Rex’s eyes suddenly went ablaze with anger as he confronted me at Raina’s revelation.

“You dare reject our agreement and spurn the alliance proposal because of another lady?” He barked, his fists tightening..

For anyone els

“I won’t be forced into a bond I don’t desire. Your dictate my choices, I shot back with resolution.

Meanwhile, Raina stood behind me, smirking at me.

“You may resist, but you’ll be wise to reconsider. Marrying me is the only way to avoid dire consequences.”

“Donnie’s safety hinges on your decision. Choose wisely, Carlyle, or face the wrath,” Rex added, supporting his sister.

“I won’t be blackmailed into a loveless union. Threats won’t change my mind.” I remained undeterred, standing firm on my decision.

tension thickened as the battle of wills intensified, setting the stage for a clash of

your sister wanted to marry me on her own will and not because of the alliance. I heard she was even the one who suggested getting married to

should be the one to ask you a question. Why did you suddenly change your mind? I mean, this is not

answered your question earlier. The problem lies. with your sister, Rex. I can’t afford to have someone like her as reality. And I know you. wouldn’t either. You know your sister

enough, Alpha Carlyle. I won’t have you say bad things about my

brother. Are you sure you really not going to

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agreed on? Are you sure can you take what’s

the conversation after staying silent for a while got my

mean

eyes sparkled with confidence as she queried my decision as a sly smile played on her lips.

dragged into the room.

across her features spoke volumes with her body protesting against the rough treatment she was getting. A wince here, a fleeting grimace there cach movement of hers seemed to intensify

from the rough handling, but I clenched

myself as a mix of anger and helplessness coursed through me. The urge to break free from my composure warred with the need to protect Donnie by not escalating the

mask of control. Each yank and jostle she was given felt like a punch to my gut. Deep down, I and Laryl yearned to be her shield, but the chessboard of power demanded I

the wall? Refusing me means risking Donnie’s well–being. Are you truly willing to take

in her eyes hinted at the belief that she held all the cards, and that my resistance would soon

like your little baby to get hurt in your presence?” She knew her words had

but I didn’t care to give an answer. They