Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Crystal and Theo) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 

CARLYLE’S POV 

“Do you have the right to treat every girl you sleep with anyhow just because you’re an Alpha?” The question rang in my cars consistently as I thought of what my reply would be. Having thought about how we came to be far apart over the years, I realized so many things of which wronging Donnie in the first place was one. 

“I’m indeed wrong, Donnie. I was at a loss on what to do back then. The feelings and worries were so overwhelming for me and I ended up thinking that was the best thing for me to do.” 

“Since that’s your choice, everyone should suffer the consequences of their choices.” She heaved a sigh with a tone of finality but I wasn’t ready to let go that way until we finally resolved whatever misunderstanding was between us. 

“Sidonnie, I really need you as my Luna. I want us to get mated. I want you as mine.” I earnestly expressed my feelings, hoping to convey the sincerity of my feelings. 

“On what basis, Alpha Carlyle? If I hadn’t turned out to be your mate or if you didn’t have issues with your so–called love, would you search for me?” Her question struck at the heart of my intentions, exposing the underlying complexities of our connection. 

“That’s a question I can’t deny, and I’m sorry for not seeking you out sooner. The circumstances were not ideal, but that doesn’t change the fact that we are mates. Fate has intertwined our lives, and I want to make things right between us,” I confessed, acknowledging my mistakes, which was no doubt one thing that led us there. I should. have known better than to treat a fragile girl who lost her virginity to me the way I did. 

Her expression remained guarded, and it was evident that trust needed to be rebuilt. Not the trust as an Alpha, but as someone she could reply on, her the things she wants and needs in every way. 

Someone who can grant 

“I know I messed up, Sidonnie. But we can’t change the past. We can, however, shape our future. Please, let’s find a way to move forward together,” I implored, hoping to bridge the gap that had widened over the years. 

Sidonnie’s eyes bore into mine, assessing the sincerity of my words. 

“Please, I need my Luna right now with the current situation of the pack. I want you to be one. There could be other reasons I want you too, but I want you to know that I sincerely want this bond between us to bloom into something beautiful, something beneficial for the pack.” 

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After a long while of silence which I didn’t bother to interrupt, she heaved a sigh. I knew she was thinking it through before she gave me her response and I allowed her the chance. It must be be willing agreement and not otherwise. 

She raised her gaze at me, without saying anything and just stared at me. 

“It’s fine, Alpha Carlyle, but I need time. Time to process everything that has happened, time to gauge your sincerity, and time to decide whether I can trust this connection. between us,” Sidonnie finally spoke, her words measured and reflective. 

“I understand, Sidonnie. Take the time you need,” I replied, appreciating her honesty. This wasn’t just about the pack; it was about our shared destiny and the potential for a future together. 

Sidonnie nodded, acknowledging my words. “I’ll let you know once I’ve reached a decision. But remember, this doesn’t erase the past. We’ll have to address our history before we can truly move forward.” 

I respected her stance and agreed. 

“I’m willing to do that and work towards a better future, Sidonnie. Whenever you’re ready, we can talk openly about everything. But we’re cool right?” I needed assurance that she wouldn’t turn me down. 

“Of course, Alpha, we are.” She flashed me a smile which I reciprocated. At least, I now have hope that things would turn out well for us both if we played our roles right. 

“So, I have to get going.” She muttered, and I nodded my head in accordance with her words. She went over to pick up her basket of flowers, backing it while covering her nose with her handkerchief once again after having removed it from her nose while we conversed. 

“What’s the name of that flower, Sidonnie? It has a lovely fragrance,” I remarked. Without hesitation, she hurried to my side, taking the bloodstained handkerchief from me and skillfully wrapping it around my nose. Though I had the impulse to remove it, she pressed her hand on my nose, signaling me not to. 

“Don’t,” she whispered, shaking her head, and I gestured with my hands, questioning her choice. 

“Why is that?” I queried, getting irritated by the stained handkerchief on my nose. 

“It’s the White Dasier!” She informed me. 

The white Dasier?” I asked with my eyes widened, touching the flowers while taking a 

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good look at the flower which could also be used as an herb, 

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“Yes, it’s the White Daisier,” she confirmed, her eyes following my gaze as I examined the flowers. The delicate petals seemed to captivate my attention, momentarily distracting me from the ongoing conversation. 

It was indeed the White Dasier. The rumoured immortal flower of the Canthrastras which is said to increase their powers upon inhaling its fragrance but locks other supernatural beings into their greed and desires the moment they inhale it. 

I took a brief look at Sidonnie upon realization. How did she get to know about this flower? Why did she come to pick it? Though the White Dasier has such magical effects, it could be used by other beings as a cure to some critical illnesses. 

As the silence lingered between us, Sidonnie broke it with a concerned tone. “Is something wrong?” Her eyes held nothing but curiosity and worry, seeking an explanation for the prolonged quietness. 

“Nothing much, it’s beautiful.” I replied her with a reassuring smile. I chose to downplay the matter, not wanting to burden her with the intricacies of the flower. The smile, however, hid a hint of hesitation, as if there was more to say. 

With a delicate gesture, she covered her nose, a subtle indication that she was well aware of the flower’s dangers. 

“Yes, it is. But it’s very dangerous too,” she added cautiously. 

“What do you mean dangerous?” I inquired. There was a genuine curiosity in my voice, seeking to unravel the mystery behind her caution. I wanted to know what she knew about the White Dasier. 

She began to unveil the flower’s secrets. 

“I asked the same question too. Athena told me it allures one into the land of greed, making them exude their bad inner thoughts, and she said this was the only place I could see it.” The gravity in her words was underscored by the subtle furrowing of her brows, an expression revealing her understanding of the flower’s dual nature.