Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

RAINA’S POV Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

In the shadowy corners of my clandestine world, I meticulously crafted a plan to eliminate Donnie, a formidable threat to my ambitions of getting Alpha Carlyle of the Moon Shade Pack for myself. The air was thick with tension as I dispatched a group of skilled assassins after buying their loyalty with promises of power and wealth.

Days passed, each one a torturous wait for the anticipated news that would signal the success of my covert operation. Yet, an cerie silence enveloped the situation, as if the very walls were withholding the secrets of the unfolding drama.

Doubt gnawed at the edges of my confidence, and anxiety clawed at the recesses of my mind. Had my carefully chosen assassins betrayed me, or had they fallen victim to Donnie’s cunning traps? The weight of uncertainty bore down on me, threatening to expose the vulnerabilities I had worked so hard to conceal.

In the midst of my turmoil, I found myself haunted by the consequences of failure. Donnie’s existence was a formidable barrier to my aspirations, and I couldn’t afford to let sentimentality or hesitation compromise my carefully calculated maneuvers.

“Alpha Raina, someone seeks your audience. My stand–in maid announced and I signaled for her to let the person in.”

“Alpha Rex calls for your presence.” He said.

“It’s fine. You can go.” I gestured for him to leave.

As the hours stretched into an agonizing eternity, I wrestled with the shadows of my

own creation.

“Let’s go,” I said to my maid who stood up immediately, to obey my command.

Within the confines of my brother’s chamber, an unsettling air of tension awaited me. His countenance betrayed an anger that simmered beneath the surface, and my attempt at levity merely brushed the edge of his discontent.

“Hey, bro. I was told you missed me.” I said to him as he flashed me a smile.

“Of course, I do.”

“It’s such a pleasure, bro.” I said.

“Shut it this instant!” He yelled at me making me flinch. The laughter that briefly

18:53 Fri, 1 Mar a

danced in the room dissolved as he forcefully pushed me away, commanding me to

kneel.

“Kneel!” He ordered and I did so reluctantly. I dare not disobey him in front of his emissaries. As I descended to my knees, the gravity of his displeasure loomed.

“Do you really think I miss you? Never! I’ll only miss you when you stop causing met trouble! When people stop bri ging reports about you, then, I’ll miss you.”

“What’s wrong, brother? What did I do wrong?”

“Are you supposed to ask me such a question?”

His voice was sharp and authoritative as it sliced through the silence.

“Your sassy actions within the pack are beneath your status,” he rebuked, his gaze unwavering in its intensity.

“Who exactly brought my report to you?”

“Who exactly do you want to know?” He fired back, “All I’m discussing with you here is to change for good and stop your silly behavior.”

In a bid to defend my calculated maneuvers, I ventured into an explanation, threading. together the reasons behind my every move. Yet, my brother’s stern visage remained unyielding, an impenetrable fortress against my justifications.

The ensuing dialogue unfurled like a verbal duel, each word a weapon in the clash of perspectives. I pleaded my case, articulating the necessity of my strategic decisions in the perilous landscape of power and alliances. However, my brother’s conviction in my misjudgments persisted..

The chamber echoed with the discord of our conflicting ideologies, the very foundations of our familial bond tested. My attempts at reconciliation through discussion faltered, leaving me at the mercy of my brother’s judgment.

In the final throes of our verbal struggle, my brother, unmoved by my arguments, rendered his verdict.

“From today upward, you’ll be deprived the right to your monthly allowance.”

“Alpha Rex!” I shouted out loud, not comfortable by his verdict.

The room, once a haven for family ties, bore witness to the weight of consequence, as a punishment unfolded–a stark reminder of the high stakes in our clandestine world.

“Don’t call me! I don’t want to hear a word from you. When you think your senses are alright, we can have this conversation again.” He finalized, leaving me to deal with my

anger.

As I was about to leave, a messenger walked in with a letter.

“You have a message

from the Moon Shade Alpha.” He said. Expectantly, I watched as my brother opened the letter.

“What’s there?” I asked when I saw him smirking.

“It’s Carlyle. He finally decided to hold the Meeting of The elders. Something big must. have happened.”

Hearing that, my joy knew no bounds. I would probably have a chance to see him again.

“When is the meeting going to be held and where?”

“That’s none of your business. Go reflect on yourself in your room.”

Angrily, I asked my maid.

“How much do I have in my savings?”

“About three million.”

“Let’s go. I have to bind that bitch. If assassins can’t be trusted, I’ll rather handle her myself.

“Miss Raina, let’s not do this. Your monthly allowance has been cut off. What will you spend if you use the savings now?”

“I don’t care. It’s not your business. How dare you question me?” I fired at her.

The air in the office crackled with tension as I faced the current owner of the establishment. A shrewd individual, well–versed in the art of negotiation, met my steely gaze with a knowing smirk. It was a silent acknowledgment that this transaction wouldn’t be a mere exchange of assets; it would be a battle of wills.

“I’ve heard of your intentions,” the owner remarked, their voice a measured blend of

18:53 Fri, 1 Mar @ D

curiosity and skepticism.

“What brings you here, seeking to acquire this place?”

1 leaned forward, my expression conveying determination.

“I need control. This establishment holds the key to unraveling a threat to my endeavors, and I won’t tolerate any obstacles.”

A wry smile played on the owner’s lips as they leaned back, assessing the gravity of my words.

“Control comes at a price. What assurances can you provide that this acquisition won’t backfire on me?”

The negotiation danced on the edge of a precipice, both of us gauging the other’s resolve. I laid out a meticulous plan, a blueprint for success that promised not only the continuation of the establishment’s prosperity but also a lucrative partnership for the

owner.

Yet, skepticism lingered in their gaze. “Your ambitions are bold, but what guarantees do I have that you won’t turn this against me once the ink dries?”

With a calculated charm, I countered each doubt, presenting a persuasive argument that intertwined our interests. The negotiations swayed like a delicate balance, teetering between success and failure.

As the conversation progressed, concessions were made, terms were adjusted, and the tension in the room reached a crescendo. It was a high–stakes game, where every word had weight, and each agreement reshaped the landscape of power.

In the end, with a firm handshake and the exchange of documents, ownership shifted. The establishment was now under my control, a symbol of triumph in a negotiation. that left no room for weakness. The victory, however, was only the beginning, as the true test lay in how I would wield this newfound power in the looming conflict ahead.

“Now, I was in total control.”

Thinking it through, I made a good investment while having my enemy punished.

“It’s killing two birds with one stone.”