Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Crystal and Theo) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84 

CARLYLE’S POV 

It was weekend and the first weekend in a long time that he was free. Thinking about something fun to do, he decided to spend time with his mate and son on an outing out of the pack’s territory. 

A glimmer of excitement sparked within me as I contemplated how to make the most of this precious time. 

The decision was clear an outing beyond the familiar confines of the pack’s territory. A chance to revel in the simple joys of togetherness with my mate and our son. The prospect of a day filled with laughter, shared moments, and the warmth of family brought a genuine smile to my face. 

Approaching Donnie, a twinkle sparked in my eye, mirroring the anticipation building within. 

“How about we take advantage of this free weekend and go on a little adventure? Just the three of 

1. us. 

Her eyes lit up with a warmth that mirrored my own, and the excitement reverberated through our shared gaze but it suddenly turned sour. 

“Are you sure about this?” She asked and I could tell right away that she was scared of her safety and 

Mason as the times were turbulent. 

“Of course, I am. Trust me, I’ll keep harm at arms length from you and Mason. Trust me.” I assured her. 

“You see, I missed out on these things in the years of being away from me. Now, I want to be of everything in your lives- yours and Mason’s. Thus could be considered a turning point for everyone. No regrets, no anger.” I added, trying to convince her. 

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“Alright then. It’s fine. I’ll go get prepared.” She said and I placed a light k*ss on her cheeks before she stood up. 

Mason looked at us with wide–eyed curiosity and I broke the news to him. 

“Little champ, Dad is taking you out on for fun today.” 

“Yay! I’ll eat icecream again. Mama promised me the lady time we went.” He jumped around happily, ready for whatever awaited us beyond the borders of our pack. 

The decision was made and we embarked on a journey that unfolded beyond the familiar landscapes. The air outside the pack’s territory carried a different energy, an unexplored canvas inviting us to create new memories. 

Whether it was a tranquil picnic by a sunlit meadow, Mason’s laughter echoing through the open spaces, or the simple joy of strolling hand in hand, the outing became a joyful moment for us all. 

Amidst the serene beauty of the meadow, a blanket spread beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree became our impromptu haven. The air was infused with the sweet scent of wildflowers, and the distant sounds of nature provided a harmonious backdrop to our outing. 

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Seated in a cozy circle, Donnie, Mason, and I shared a bounty of snacks and laughter. Mason, filled. with youthful exuberance, regaled us with tales of his latest adventures within the pack. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he described the mischief he and his friends had gotten into at the pack academy. 

Amidst the lighthearted banter, my mate and I exchanged knowing glances, savoring the simple joy of parenthood. The discussion seamlessly transitioned to more profound topics, the rustling leaves above providing a natural canopy to our shared revelations. 

“So, what do you think about the recent changes in the pack?” I inquired, the openness of the meadow fostering an environment conducive to meaningful conversation. 

“I really don’t know much about what is happening in the pack.” 

“Then, it’s high time you began putting your mind to it.” 

The sun cast a warm glow across the landscape as our discussion meandered, 

Beneath the shade of the oak tree, our familial bond deepened through the exchange of words, fostering a connection that transcended the transient nature of our outing. 

As the day waned, the meadow retained the echoes of our laughter, discussions, and shared moments. Our outing became not just a respite from the routine but a canvas upon which the hues of familial connection were vividly painted. In the gentle embrace of nature, we found a space where words flowed freely, forging a deeper understanding that would endure beyond the bounds. of that sunlit afternoon. 

In a corner of the meadow, a makeshift swing hung from a sturdy branch, its ropes swaying gently in the breeze. The infectious laughter of our son filled the air as he excitedly ran towards the swing. his eyes gleaming with anticipation. With an affectionate smile exchanged with my mate, we joined our son in the shared joy of the swinging adventure. 

As we took turns pushing the swing, the simple act became a catalyst for light–hearted banter and playful communication. Mason, suspended in mid–air with each push, giggled with unrestrained. delight. The rhythm of the swing set the tone for our own conversation, a dance of words that flowed effortlessly. 

“Remember the first time I brought him to this meadow?” my mate reminisced, her eyes reflecting the warmth of cherished memories. 

I nodded, a fond smile playing on my l*ps. “Time flies, doesn’t it? It feels like just yesterday.” 

Our son, still enthralled by the motion of the swing, interjected with a gleeful, “Again, again!” 

As the swing carried him through the air, our conversation pivoted to more contemplative subjects. We spoke of dreams and aspirations, the shared visions that bound us as a family. 

The gentle swaying of the swing mirrored the ebb and flow of our dialogue, creating a rhythmic cadence to our communication.