Alphas Second Chance Mate Sidonie Carlyle

SIDONNIE’S POV

Waking up, knowing that the day was going to be real stressful, | did my chores quickly and took proper care of

Mason in preparation for his classes at the academy.

As the soon-to-be royal Luna, | knew that my duties extended far beyond simply bearing the title. | was expected

to embody grace, poise, and elegance in every aspect of my life from the way | walked and talked to the way |

interacted with others. And so, when

Cora the eldest female werewolf of the Moon Shadow

summonedto begin my training on royal etiquette, | knew that | had to approach it with the utmost

seriousness and dedication.

As | entered the grand chamber where the training would take place, | was greeted by the Cora, a stern yet kind-

hearted woman who had served the Moon Shadow Royals for many years. She wasted no tin getting down to

business, explaining the importance of each aspect of royal etiquette and what was expected ofas the royal

Luna.

“First things first,” she began, her voice firm but gentle. “We must work on your posture and your walk. As the

royal Luna, you must carry yourself with confidence and grace at all times.”

With that, she proceeded to demonstrate the proper way to walk - head held high, shoulders back, and steps

measured and deliberate. | watched closely, committing each movement to memory as | prepared to emulate

her example.

“Now, you try,” she instructed, stepping aside to giveroom to practice. Taking a deep breath, | straightened

my spine and lifted my chin, channeling the regal bearing that was expected of me. With each step, | focused on

moving with purpose and intention, determined to master the art of royal walking.

As the training progressed, we moved on to other aspects of royal etiquette - how to greet pack elders with

respect and deference, how to serve royal guests with grace and hospitality, and even how to prepare the

Alpha’s special dishes to perfection. With each lesson, | absorbed the knowledge like a sponge, eager to prove

myself worthy of my title and responsibilities.

But it wasn’t just about learning the practical skills - it was also about

understanding the significance behind each task. The head maid took the tto

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explain the importance of each duty, from showing respect to our elders to ensuring the comfort and satisfaction

of our guests. It was about upholding the traditions and values of our pack, and | was determined to do so with

honor and integrity.

As the minutes turned into hours, | could feel myself growing more confident in my role as the royal Luna. My

posture becmore assured, my greetings more polished, and my culinary skills more refined. But perhaps

more importantly, | began to develop a deeper understanding of what it meant to serve my pack with humility

and dedication.

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And as | stood before the head maid at the end of my training, | knew that | had ca long way from the timid

girl who had first entered the grand chamber. | was ready to take on the responsibilities of my title with pride and

determination, knowing that | had been trained well and that | would do my pack proud.

But even as | embarked on this new chapter of my life, | knew that my training was far from over. Being the royal

Luna was not just a duty - it was a lifelong commitment to serving my pack and upholding the honor and dignity

of our royal lineage.

As | was deep in my training, focused on perfecting each movement and gesture, the grand chamber suddenly

grew silent as the door swung open, admitting the imposing figure of Carlyle, our Alpha. He greeted the Cora

with a respectful nod before turning his attention to me.

“Ah, Sidonnie,” he said warmly, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. “I hope your training is going well.”

| straightened up instinctively at his presence, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness coursing through

me.

“Yes, Alpha,” | replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.

“She really tried today. | can proudly say she’s going to make a good one.” Cora commented and | bet by now,

flushes of red was all over my face.

Carlyle stepped forward, closing the distance between us in a few long strides. With a gentle smile, he reached

out and pulledinto a warm embrace, envelopingin the comforting strength of his arms.

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“How was your day?” he asked softly, his voice a soothing rumble in my ear.

Cora stiffled a light cough, “I'll leave you two lovers to each other.” She said before leaving while. | giggled

inwardly.

| leaned into his embrace, feeling the tension melt away as | breathed in his famili

scent of him- a mixture of pine and earth, with a hint of something uniquely him.

“It was... productive,” | replied, trying to sound confident.

Carlyle chuckled, the sound vibrating against my cheek.

“That's good to hear,” he said, his tone filled with genuine warmth. “I'm proud of you, Luna.”

| smiled up at him, feeling a swell of pride and gratitude in my chest. Carlyle had always been a pillar of support

for me, guidingwith wisdom and

encouragement as | navigated the complexities of my role as the roy al L una.

As we stood there in each other's arms, | couldn't help but marvel at the b ond that existed between us a bond

forged not just by duty and obligation, but by a deep and ab iding | ove that transcended the boundaries of rank

and status.

“Thank you, Carl,” | said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “For everything.”

Carlyle squeezedtighter, his embrace a silent reassurance of his unwavering support. “Anytime, my love,” he

replied, his voice filled with affection.

“How was your day too?” | asked and he heaved a sigh.

“Tedious as usual. The whole workload and all.”

“It’s normal. Just make sure you give yourself the proper rest you need.”

“Of course, that’s necessary. | just can’t stop getting worried about Donald”

Now, my interest was piqued.

“What's wrong with him?”

“He’s been acting all sneaky these days and I'm worried. | tried talking to him but he seems to be avoiding a

proper conversation about his action with me.” Carlyle complained while | listened