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.

intensified, setting the stage

own will and not because of the alliance. I heard she was even the one who suggested getting married to me. So

ask you a question. Why did you suddenly

to go back on that. I answered your question earlier. The problem lies. with your sister, Rex. I can’t afford to have someone like her as reality. And

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

you sure you really not going to go

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you sure can you take what’s coming?” Raina’s

for a while got

mean

sparkled with confidence as she queried my decision as a sly smile played

Donnie into the room. Donnie’s face contorted in a mixture of pain and fear as she was dragged into the room. Her eyes, wide with distress, searched around for explanations of if some sort. Strands of her disheveled hair clung to her damp forehead, showing the struggle she

that was etched 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 her

being screamed to intervene, to shield her from the rough handling, but I clenched my jaw instead, maintaining a

I restrained 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 situation.

yank and jostle she was given felt like a punch to

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

her favor. The glint in her eyes hinted at the belief

knew her words had

I didn’t care to give an answer. They didn’t deserve my