Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

As Carlyle and I reveled in the intimacy of our private moment, the world outside faded away, replaced by the warmth of our connection. But as the fervor of our passion reached its peak, a persistent knocking shattered the tranquility of the room. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Ignore it,” I murmured, unwilling to let anything disrupt our moment together.

But the knocking persisted, growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment. Reluctantly, we disentangled ourselves, casting each other a shared look of frustration before moving towards the door.

“I’ll go get that.” Carlyle said, pulling on a robe to cover his body with.

With a heavy sigh, I straightened up, attempting to compose myself as Carlyle approached the door. Pulling the door open, a flood of cool air and unwelcome interruption swept into the room.

“Who dares to disturb us at such an hour?” Carlyle’s voice sounded as he looked out into the hallway, searching

for the source of the disturbance.

“It’s me, Alpha.” A guard stepped forward, delivering the message he was there for to Carlyle. “Pardon my intrusion, Alpha, but there is urgent news from the Luna’s chambers.”

Carlyle gestured for the guard to continue. “What news do you bring?”

“It is young Alpha Mason, sir. The maid reported that he couldn’t sleep and has been in tears.”

“How long has this been going on?” Carlyle asked in a hushed tone.

I could tell from his words that his mind was racing with worry already.

“The maid has come bearing the same report several times within the span of an hour, sir.” The guard answered.

Carlyle nodded in understanding.

“Thank you for bringing this to our attention. You can return to your duties.”

With a nod of acknowledgment, the guard retreated, leaving Carlyle to ponder the weight of the news he had just received. With a heavy heart, he made his way back inside, his steps echoing as he approached the room.

Approaching me, his demeanor was solemn yet resolute.

“It’s Mason.” He broke the silence with furrowed brows. “Your maid reported that he’s been throwing tantrums again.”

“I heard, Carlyle.” I heaved a sigh.

“Since you heard, you know we need to go see him right?”

“Can’t we just focus on us? On our moments together? At least tonight?” For a moment, I wanted to be selfish. It wanted to revel in the bond between Carlyle and I.

Carlyle’s gaze softened, understanding my desire for intimacy amidst all. However, his sense of responsibility as a parent compelled him to prioritize our son’s well-being.

“My love, I understand your wish, but we’ve neglected Mason all day. You and I know that we’ve been consumed by the wedding preparations. We didn’t have much time for him.”

“I know, Carlyle. But why don’t we finish what we started? I want us to have this moment together without any interruptions.”

Carlyle’s lips curled into a gentle smile, his love for me evident in his eyes. He reached out to gently cup my face, his touch tender yet firm, as he tried to convey how he felt about what I said.

Softly, he persuaded me.

“I promise, Donnie, we’ll have all the time in the world to complete what we started. But right now, Mason needs

us.”

He leaned in closer, his voice filled with reassurance and determination, as he continued to persuade me to see reason with a searching and pleading look in his eyes.

“Let us go see him together. I’ll make it up to you in ways you can’t even imagine. Trust me.” He kissed my forehead while holding my hand.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between my desire for intimacy and my maternal instincts. Finally, with a

resigned nod, I relented, acknowledging the importance of our parental duty. Right then, Mason came first.

“Alright, Carlyle. Let’s go see our son.”

As we exchanged a glance filled with understanding and resolve, we set off together, leaving behind the warmth of the chambers.

Dressed in a light attire, Carlyle and I walked through the grand corridors of the Alpha’s residence, our footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. Holding each other’s hand, we enjoyed the feeling that came with the night.

Suddenly, we come to a halt as we seemed spotted a dark-clothed figure blocking our path, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Feels like someone is there.” I said, through the mind link.

“I guess so.” He tried getting who was there with his senses, but couldn’t. “Who is there?”

The figure remained silent, its presence casting an eerie shadow in the dimly lit environment. Carlyle and i exchanged wary glances, our senses on high alert, as we cautiously approached the mysterious intruder.

“Carlyle, do you see that?” My voice was barely a whisper.

Before Carlyle could respond, the figure vanished into thin air, leaving behind a palpable sense of unease. Carlyle and I exchange bewildered looks as our minds raced with questions and doubts.

“Did you see that, Sidonnie?” Carlyle voiced in disbelief.

“I…I’m not sure. It could have been a trick of the light, or perhaps our minds playing tricks on us.” I was a bit shaken, but I tried to maintain my composure, nevertheless.

“Perhaps all these is our hallucination.”

Despite my attempt to rationalize the encounter, Carlyle remained unconvinced, his instincts telling him that something was amiss.

“No, Sidonnie. I felt a presence, a tangible presence. It wasn’t a hallucination. Carlyle insisted.

“But if there was someone there, why did he or she disappear?”

Carlyle’s brow furrowsy with concern, his mind racing with possibilities. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly conceded, realizing that we must proceed with caution.

“Let’s continue towards your quarters. We didn’t see anyone, but I can’t shake this feeling of unease.”

With a shared glance filled with uncertainty, Carlyle and I resumed our journey, the shadows of doubt lingering in our wake.

We haven’t walked far away after the hidden figure incident when I abruptly halted as I collapsed to my knees, clutching my abdomen in agony. Carlyle rushed to my side, concern etched deeply on his face as he knelt beside me, his hands reaching out to offer comfort and support.

“Donnie, what’s happening? Are you alright?” He asked with urgency.

My groans of pain drew out Carlyle’s questions as I struggled to endure the sudden onslaught of agony. My movements became erratic as I pushed Carlyle’s hands away, my screams reverberating around.

“Sidonnie, please, tell me what’s wrong! What can I do to help you?” Carlyle asked frantically, a bit scared. He tried hiding g his fears, but who wouldn’t be in such a situation?

“Ahhh,” I held my head my ears, my eyes closed tightly.

As Carlyle bombarded me with questions, his desperation mirroring my escalating distress, a voice from above interrupted our frantic exchange, its tone filled with an eerie calm.

“It’s time. It’s the full moon today, she’s ascending.

Carlyle’s gaze shots upwards, searching for the source of the mysterious voice, but found nothing but darkness looming overhead. The weight of the words sank in, sending a chill down his spine as he

realized the gravity of

the situation.

“Ascending? What do you mean?” His voice trembled.

But the voice offered no further explanation, leaving Carlyle to grapple with his confusion and fear as he watched helplessly over me, his heart heavy with dread for what the full moon may bring as the voice had mentioned.