CARLYLE’S POV
“Mama!” Mason waved his hand in the air, calling on Donnie who approached where we were quickly.
“I’m sorry for the long wait. I had to get some things in ce.” Donnie apologized. Yet, instead of
responding to her initial words, I redirected her question with another.
“Why did you lie to me. Donnie?” I asked angrily. My question hung in the air, carrying a weight of
curiosity and sincerity. My eyes which sought understanding, bore into Donnie’s, creating a moment
charged with unspoken emotions.
Donnie’s expression shifted, a brief pause revealing a nuanced blend of surprise and contemtion.
The air between them seemed to thicken with the anticipation of an exnation, as the simple question
unraveledyers of meaning.
“What do you mean by lie?” What lie are you talking about?” She asked in return too just like I did. But
her expression was a bit different from the one I had. She was rather anxious and nervous.
“You’re still pretending, Sidonnie. Why do you have to act this way?”
“What are you talking about, Alpha Carlyle? You’re making me feel bad with your question.”
“In that case, let’s see if you really feel bad. Who is Mason’s birth mother?” I asked expectantly. I really
wanted her to respond to me with the truth and nothing but it.
However, she didn’t. Donnie swallowed hard, her expression nd with brows furrowed.
“I told you earlier that he’s Athena’s godson.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Sidonnie. Who gave birth to Mason?” I pressed, my tone firm,
seeking rity in a conversation fraught with tension.
While I awaited her response, Mason, the unwitting witness to our exchange, interjected with a child’s
innocence.
“Mama, you’re my mommy, right?” His interruption did little to divert my attention from the crucial
revtion I sought.
“You seem to be questioning me because of a small boy’s speech. How naive!” She
chuckled in between. Donnie seemed to dismiss the significance of Mason’s words, attributing my
curiosity to a child’s speech. Her nonchnt chuckle only fueled my determination, as her attempt to
downy the situation only intensified my need for
an honest answer.
“Donnie, you’re evading the question. Who gave birth to Mason?” I reiterated, my tone unwavering.
She sighed, a subtle admission that my persistence wasn’t easily brushed aside.
“It’splicated, Alpha Carlyle. Mason is Athena’s son, and that’s all you need to know.”
I folded my arms, my gaze unwavering. “Complicated or not, a simple answer would suffice. Who is
Mason’s biological mother?”
A flicker of difort passed through her eyes, and she looked away for a moment before meeting my
gaze again.
“Fine, if you must know, Mason’s birth mother was a close friend of Athena’s who couldn’t raise him.
She adopted him, and she had been his Godmother ever since.”
I leaned in, my voice low but intense.
“A close friend? Donnic, you know that’s not the whole truth. Why the secrecy? Why not trust me with
this?”
She hesitated before responding. “It’s not about trust, Alpha Carlyle. Some things are better left in the
past. I did what I had to do for Mason.”
I shook my head, unsatisfied with her evasive answers.
“And what about Mason? Does he know the truth?
Before she could answer, Mason chimed in, “Mama, what’s this man talking about? You’re my real
mom, right?”
Donnie’s eyes flickered with a mix of emotions. “Mason, sweetheart, let Mama handle. this. You don’t
have to mind whatever this man says, I’m your real mum.”
I leaned back, crossing my legs, a subtle smirk ying on my lips.
“You see, Donnie, the truth has a way of surfacing. Mason deserves to know who hist biological mother
is, and I won’t let you deny him that right. It’s not good to lie to a small child, you know?”
She shot me a sharp look. “What do you want, Carlyle? Why are you pushing this?”
Leaning forward, I locked eyes with her.
“I want honesty, Donnie. I want transparency. I deserve the truth, and so do Mason. Moreover, I’m not
dumb to notice the resemnce.”
She sighed frustratedly with resignation. “Fine, but promise me you won’t use this against me. Mason’s
happiness is all that matters.”
I nodded, concealing my satisfaction.
“I promise, Donnie. Now, tell me the truth, and let’s put this behind us.”
“I’m Mason’s biological mother.” She confessed.
As the words “I’m Mason’s biological mother” lingered, I took a moment to absorb the revtion. The
subtle nuances in her expression betrayed a vulnerability she seldom showed.
My gaze intensified as I considered the situation.
“If you’re Mason’s biological mother, then who is his father?” I asked, probing into the depths of the
secret she had guarded with such tenacity.
Donnie hesitated, a fleeting shadow passing over her features.
“Alpha Carlyle, it’s not something I talk about. I don’t want to say about it.”
But as I studied her closely, a subtle discrepancy struck me. The lines on her face, the aura she
exuded – they didn’t align with the conventional image of a mother who had given birth. I leaned back,
my curiosity undiminished.
“Donnie, I’ve reconciled with you for a long time, and you don’t strike me as someone who bore a child.
There’s something you’re not telling me.”
Her eyes met mine with defiance and resignation.
“Some things are better left in the past. Mason knows me as his mother, and that’s all
that matters.”
My skepticism lingered, and/I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the story. “Donnie, the
truth matters. I want to know his full story. Who is his father, and why keep it a secret?”
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She sighed, seemingly grappling with her decision. “Alpha Carlyle, Mason’s father was someone I met
in the weirdest way some time ago. He chased me away hatefully, and I had to move on, I left. Mason
doesn’t need to know the details. Her words carried hints of the puzzle.
My persistence persisted.
“Donnie, I’ve always respected your privacy, but on this, I don’t know why I feel the urge to know more
about the whole thing. Is his father from my pack? Was that why you left?”
“Of course, he is. In fact, he holds high authority.”
“Who is he? I really need to punish him.” By this time, I was so angry to the extent that I could have his
whole wolf n killed. How dare he hurt my mate that way? One more thing that fueled my anger was
the thought that someone else had slept with my mate, impregnated her, had her in his arms, and
made love to her. What audacity!
All of a sudden, Donnie beganughing loudly to my surprise and confusion.
“What’s wrong?” I queried.
“Are you really ying dumb right now?” She asked.
“What do you mean?”
“If I could remember, only one person was ever intimate with me, took my virginity and chased me
away like some kind of pest he detests so much.”
Then, it clicked. All her hints fitted with what happened between us in the past. I was the one who took
her virginity. She was referring to me.
“Are you saying I’m Mason’s father?”
“What else? Who else? If not you.”
“That’s impossible.” I found it hard to believe.