DONNIE’S POV
The first time Carlyle inquired about Mason, a sudden pang of anxiety gripped me. For a fleeting
moment, I feared he had discovered the truth, that he knew Mason’s paternity. My mind raced so fast,
conjuring scenarios of how to navigate the delicate conversation that might follow.
“Why do you ask?” I responded cautiously, attempting to gauge the intention behind his question.
Carlyle’s expression held no traces of revtion but merely a curiosity that seemed innocuous.
“I noticed he’s quite cute and jovial. I saw the way he yed with Athena thest time I was here.”
Carlyle replied casually, his attention momentarily shifting to a distant point.
Mason had called my attention to Athena’s call and I had left him with Carlyle with the hope that things
weren’t going to go awry. Carlyle thought I was hesitant because of Mason’s safety but it was way more
than that for me.
I attended to Athena’s needs which was for me to provide some drugs I produced the previous day as
the customers who ordered them were around for the collection.
Returning to the garden where I was initially, a stern question was thrown at me.
“Why did you lie to me?” Carlyle’s stern voice sounded hurt as he queried me. I wasn’t expecting such
a reaction from him at all and I tried figuring out what happened within the little time that I left. My gaze
darted between him and Mason, trying to figure out something but I couldn’t.
From Carlyle’s further queries, I was able to tell that he had taken the hint from the way Mason
addressed me before I left. Damn! How could I have missed that? How could I not think of it?
Anyway, it was about to go down but it wasn’t toote. Just when I was thinking of what to tell Carlyle
and make him forget the matter, Mason had to interrupt. Normally, he’s not one to speak in front of
outsiders but him being free with Carlyle was a bit weird as it aroused my suspicion. It made me
nervous too.
Making my anxiety and nervousness increase, was when Carlyle mentioned that he had a feeling of
closeness and familiarity with Mason. Could it be a feeling, the bond? Did he know about Mason’s
identity? Carlyle wouldn’t pester me that much if he didn’t have a definite cause or reason to.
Have I missed out on something? Perhaps, did he carry out the Moon Shade paternity tradition of
detecting whose child a Moon Shade werewolf is? Hell no! That couldn’t be.
After a while of ying dumb, coupled with Mason’s incessant interruption, I had to tell him.
“Are you saying I’m Mason’s father?” He asked to my amazement, pissing me off.
As the tension mounted, Carlyle’s straightforward question hit me like a verbal p. How could he be
so oblivious to the hints and implications? Frustration mingled with a growing sense of irritation as I
grappled with the need to navigate this delicate revtion.
“Are you saying I’m Mason’s father?” His apparent confusion left me incredulous. Was he truly
oblivious, or was this a strategic y to force me into a corner?
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The disbelief in my response was genuine, thoughced with a tinge of exasperation.
“If it’s not you, then who else?” I answered.
That’s impossible! He retorted, his words sharp and defensive.
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In that tense moment, I found myself questioning Carlyle’s intentions. Was he intentionally. feigning
ignorance, or was the truth so inconceivable to him that he couldn’t fathom the reality beneath the
surface?
Everything went silent between us for a while as Carlyle gave my words a thought. Then, one thing.
happened! The very one thing that made me not want to tell him about Mason in the first ce.
“Will you go back to Moon Shade with me?” He asked, and I was scared. It didn’t take a long while.
before I responded to him.
Carlyle’s question hung in the air like a heavy fog, dense with unspoken implications. The prospect of
returning to Moon Shade brought forth a surge of fear that gripped me tightly. It wasn’t a decision to be
made lightly; it was aplex web of responsibilities, expectations, and the ghosts of my past.
The fear of facing my parents, assuming the role of Carlyle’s mate with i
inherent responsibilities, and raising Mason from the familiar grounds he had known in another ce all
of a sudden, all addedyers of anxiety.
Bing Carlyle’s Luna, a position that I knew would inevitably follow up, carried its own weight and
challenges too. And I doubted that I was ready for it, neither was Mason.
As these thoughts churned in my mind, I felt the weight of the decision pressing down on me.N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.
In that moment of vulnerability, I uttered a resolute “No.” The word, though brief, carried the weight of
my apprehensions and the overwhelming uncertainties that loomed on the horizon.
Carlyle’s persuasive words echoed in my ears, each plea tugging at the edges of my resolve. The
weight of his expectations and thepelling nature of his arguments sought to break down the
barriers I had erected. Yet, I clung to my decision, fortified by the fears and uncertainties that lurked
beneath the surface.
Just as the tension reached its peak, Athena, my trusted godmother, entered the conversation. Her
attempts at persuasion added anotheryer ofplexity to the unfolding drama. I felt a pang of
betrayal, a realization that she, too, was aware of my fears and hesitations. Her encouragement to
return with Carlyle seemed like a breach of the sanctuary I had sought in her understanding.
For a moment, I grappled with conflicting emotions–betrayal, frustration, and a sense of being
cornered. The intricate dynamics of the situation painted aplex portrait of rtionships. strained by
expectations and the sh of individual desires.
“Sidonnie, Carlyle needs you so much at this moment, your pack needs you too, you should know they
just suffered an attack. If you won’t go back because of Mason, go back to fulfill the duties assigned to
you by the moon goddess.”
“Wait! Did you just mention that Moon Shade suffered an attack?” I asked, taking my time to take a
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look at Carlyle’s whose eyebrows were furrowed too.
“Yes, they did!”
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“How did you know about that?” Carlyle who was silent all along asked with a familiar prepared
stance.
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