Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

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His voice, deep and commanding, sliced through the air, breaking the comfortable. silence that had enveloped us.

“I am commanding you, Sidonnic Xander, a member of the Moon Shade Pack to stop there this instant,” he said, and at that very moment, annoyance clawed at the edges of my composure. I shifted uncomfortably, my eyes briefly meeting his, and a silent exchange conveyed my reluctance. On a normal day, I wouldn’t have answered him but the moment he used the command as an Alpha, I was left with no choice.

In Moon Shade, anyone who disobeys an Alpha’s command could possibly have their family punished in their stead or with them and I didn’t want that for my parents. I have caused them enough trouble by leaving them three years ago even after knowing that I’m the only child they had.

The atmosphere felt charged with an unspoken tension as I hesitated, contemplating whether to grant him the chance for dialogue when he began to question me. His presence alone had been an unsettling force, and the prospect of engaging in a conversation with him heightened my discomfort.

However, I couldn’t escape the dreadful butterflies that fluttered in the pit of my stomach, their erratic movements mirroring the turmoil within, kudos to the mate bond between us. The mere thought of delving into a discussion with Alpha Carlyle set my nerves on edge. What was he about to ask? I could tell. What hidden complexities lay beneath the surface of his composed demeanor?

As I reluctantly agreed to his conversation but answering his questions, my mind raced, anticipating the twists and turns that this conversation might take.

Each step closer to the impending dialogue felt like walking on a tightrope for some reasons, with the potential for a precarious fall.

We discussed at length and he apologized, stating his want for us to mate and for me to be his Luna. I thought of it for a while and requested for more time after deciding to agree to his request for the sake of Mason. I couldn’t just get back to him like that without restraint.

18:50 Fil, 1 Mar

Fil, 1 Mar @D

The journey to the land of Aridah was a bit stressful as my legs began to ache not long into the journey especially when we wanted to climb the Mountain of Canth. But I was ready to give it all it takes to follow him, not after persuading him incessantly before he agreed for me to lag along.

On the way, I discovered myself bonding with him as we talked, with me opening up to him. He was fun to be with as a normal person and I kind of liked his company.

Getting to the land of Aridah, everywhere seemed tense and cold. I tightened my grip around Carlyle’s palm as we rocerded forward.

“I don’t know why I have a bad feeling about this place” I muttered, staring around intently.

“Perhaps its because of the resentment of the beings residing there. You know, they’ve been locked up for so long and are very angry at every other being right now.” Carlyle suggested but I doubted it. The feelings I had was something more than that but I couldn’t lay my fingers on it.

As we ventured closer, a distant glow pierced the darkness, capturing our attention.

“What’s that?” I gestured toward the radiant light, curiosity etched across my face. His eyes followed my pointing finger, and with a sense of urgency, he replied, quickening his pace.

“That’s the seal that bounded them in,”

By now, the clock had struck past midnight, casting an eerie shadow over the unfolding

events.

As we circled the area, marveling at the ethereal glow, we eventually halted at a specific point. I couldn’t help but express my awe at the situation.

“I can’t believe some beings actually live in such confinement,” I remarked, my voice. filled with both disbelief and fascination.

“They do,” he affirmed, a solemn undertone in his voice. My curiosity overflowed, prompting me to inquire further.

“How do they survive? Their food, obtaining resources, learning new things….how do they live? I heard they’ve been confined in there for decades.”

“I really can’t tell about that, Donnie. I wasn’t born when the incident happened. All I can say is that they brought it upon themselves.” His response held a mysterious weight. I couldn’t let this assertion go unquestioned.

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“Why would you say that when you weren’t alive then?” I challenged, seeking clarity.

“That’s what we were taught and told right from time,” he replied, a hint of conviction

in his words.

“You know, we really can’t believe these histories. The chain of transmission has been long, and there could be more important facts that weren’t told,” I asserted, voicing my skepticism unconvinced by his words while highlighting the uncertainty surrounding the narratives passed down through generations.

“Your words make sense but we don’t have a choice at this point but to believe. It’s better safe than sorry.” He uttered. For a moment, we both went silent as we took a look at the seal, each of us doing our thing and having our own thoughts.

The moment I raised my head to take a look at Carlyle’s face, I met with red orbs. instead of his normal blue. his eyes had changed colour. From what I knew about Alphas, he seemed to be communicating with his primal senses. He was using his werewolf senses combined to figure out something. Though, I wasn’t sure.

“Let’s check here.” He pulled me towards another part of the seal’s circumference.

“That looks like a crack” I pointed out. Funny enough, it seemed as though I was the first person to see things when I was with him.

Carlyle and I walked closer to the seal point where the crack was, observing it.

“Shit!” Carlyle cursed under his breath

“What’s wrong?” I asked hurriedly, staring right at him in the face.

“The seal has cracked so much.” He replied cryptically.

“But this is just so little compared to how big this seal is. How’s this a problem?” I asked, taking another look at the glow to see if I was the one who was seeing wrong.

“No, Donnie. That’s just a facade. This part here is the endpoint of the seal and the most. vulnerable part. Any damage done here is the major damage.”

“So, you mean the seal is broken?” I asked, not seeing to fully understand what he

meant.

“Yes, it is. I can’t tell the number of days it’s going to last if we should waste any more time before repairing it, or having it casted again.” Carlyle was on edge at the turn out of things.

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“So, what’s the next step?” I asked. The problem has been identified, a solution is the next thing.

“Firstly, I have to inform every supernatural leaders since the seal can’t be casted by just one person. This seal here was casted by five supernatural elders with different elements. And it was completed in three days.”

“That’s incredible!” I commented, as his words settled in.

“What would happen if the seal breaks before it’s repair?” I asked after a deep thought. If the seal was really in the condition Carlyle described, then it might be too late before. repair. Before Carlyle would be able to inform the elders, before the greedy elders cone to an agreement, the whole process would take a while.

“Then a war is inevitable. The Canthrastras would be able to escape completely. From the look of it, the war would be one of a kind that have ever been experienced in decades.”