Chapter 31

CARLYLE’S POV As ordered, Sidonnie stood in front of me, bowing her head respectfully. Then, I directed her to take her seat once again, and she did.

“Who were those men?” I asked out of curiosity and concern.

“I don’t know,” she lied, and I could sense it immediately.

“You don’t lie to me, Donnie.” I warned with an authoritative demeanor.

“They were sent to kill me by Alpha Raina.” She answered to my utmost surprise.

“Do you mean Raina? Rex’s sister?” I was beginning to get angry. Just because I refused the marriage doesn’t mean they should act anyhow toward me–my person, my woman, my mate. How dare she?

“Yes, the assassins confessed to it before you had them killed.” She paused, taking a moment to look at me as if scared that I might punish her.

“Thinking of it, you caused all this for me.” She said with a bit of fear, keeping mute immediately I turned my gaze toward her.

“Feel free. You can talk. I won’t bite.” My tone softened, realizing the fear in her eyes. I wanted her to understand that, despite the circumstances, she could trust me. I’m the one on edge here and I was a bit scared that she’ll continue to run from me.

She took a deep breath before continuing, “I knew Raina wouldn’t take your disagreement lightly, you should have known better how desperate she was for her to tell Alpha Rex. Those men were her way of getting back at you, at us.” She expressed herself without restraint.

I chuckled at her pronunciation of the word, ‘us‘ and Laryl was very happy. I knew the word meant nothing special to her, but it meant a lot to I and Laryl.

“What made you think she’ll attack you?”

“It’s so easy, Alpha Carlyle. The moment she could connect us together because of your actions, I became her target right away.

Anger simmered within me as I absorbed the gravity of her words. The situation had escalated beyond personal choices, and now it involved the safety of those close to me. Sidonnie’s fear was palpable, and I knew I needed to do something. But that would be 18:47 Fri, 1 Mar 9027 after returning rom Aridah. That would be after I sort out the war that threatens moon Shade.

“I’m sorry if I caused your hurt. I apologized sincerely, staring into space but she chuckled loudly, and her chuckle manifested into a heart laughter. Either way, it was nice to see her in that mood. It could only mean that she was becoming more comfortable around me.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something to funny?” I asked.

“That’s so expensive, coming from you. The last time I checked, you were all high and mighty. Hearing you say sorry was nerve racking. She explained.

“You forget one thing. Sidonnie. No matter what position I hold, I’m still someone with a soul. I can feel people’s pain, anxiety, and probably their nervousness and sadness. I could tell when they weren’t comfortable with something, but some things have to be put in place.”

“Then why didn’t you put me in my place for saying those words to you?” She asked with a heavy spirit, her countenance changing into a very serious one.

“I can’t. Donnie. And that’s because you’re my mate. Mine! Moreover, we aren’t in public or the pack where utmost respect is needed. You’ll understand when we finally get mated and be my Luna.”

“I never agreed to become your mate.” She fired back, standing to glare at me.

“Take it easy, Sidonnie. It’s not like you have a choice. The moon goddess had it fated already. I’m sure you can feel the connection between us; you don’t need to deny it.”

“I could reject it, you know. I don’t want to have anything to do with you.” She was so defiant, with blood coursing through her veins faster. I could see it with the intensity of her anger.

“Was that why you left in the first place? Because you don’t want to have anything to do with me?”

“I had to leave, Alpha Carlyle.”

Now, that hurt. The tone at which she called my name and the honorifics she added made it sound like there’s some sort of distance between us and I really don’t want her to be like that. As Sidonnie stood there, her words lingered in the air, creating a tense atmosphere different from the one we began our conversation with.

I could feel the weight of her defiance and determination not to submit to the destined connection between us. The air seemed charged with unspoken emotions, and the room echoed with the underlying tension of our conversation.

“You had to leave” I repeated her words, a mixture of surprise and hurt evident in my voice. It felt like a stab to the heart, knowing that she left because she wanted to distance herself from me. Though, I knew there were other reasons she left asides that and that was just her excuse but it still hurts, I could see the conflict within her. Her Sidonnie’s eyes met mine, and for a 11 ions that she struggled to conceal.

gaze held a certain intensity, a battle of “Why did you have to leave, Sidonnie?” I pressed, my tone softer but still laced with the ache of the unanswered question.

She took a deep breath, as if preparing herself for what she was about to say.

“I had my reasons, Alpha Carlyle. Reasons that are personal and not open for discussion.”

The air grew thicker with each passing second, and I could sense the wall she was building around herself. It was a barrier I couldn’t penetrate, leaving me on the outside, yearning for understanding.

“Sidonnie,” I began, my voice a gentle plea, “we need to communicate, especially if we’re bound by fate. Communication is crucial between mates.”

Her eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions–defiance, vulnerability, and a hint of sadness.

Sidonnie’s words echoed in the space around us, each sentence a reminder of the pain. we had caused each other.

“I don’t want this to happen between us, Sidonnie. Fine, I admit that we didn’t start our relationship well, but we could talk it out and move on,” I pleaded as my voice carried a genuine desire for reconciliation.

Her silence spoke volumes, and I could sense the deep–seated resentment she harbored. The room felt heavy with the burden of our past, and I could tell right then that bridging the gap would not be easy, but I was willing to give it my all.

“Is it that easy?” she finally responded, her words dripping with sarcasm. “If my memory serves me right, I could remember your words back then. Firstly, it was, ‘there’s not going to be a next time, ‘Stop stalking me and get out of my life, and the likes. You yelled, you were fierce, and you want me to stay?

Who does that?”

“I’m sorry. Sidonnic. I had my reasons.” I admitted, my tone carrying a genuine regret.

“Of course, you had veur reasons. Everyone has their reasons for the things they do,” she retorted, her gaze piercing through me.

“I never knew you would end up being my mate after that night at the bar. If I knew…” I began. trying to explain, but she cut me off with a question that hung tensely in the air.

“Do you have the right to treat every girl you sleep with anyhow because you’re an Alpha?” Her words were a sharp rebuke, challenging the very foundation of my actions. and responsibilities as an Alpha.