Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

RAINA’S POV

I stood before Delilah, the legendary witch known for her ancient wisdom and mystical powers. Her gaze bore into mine, assessing me with an intensity that made me squirm slightly under her scrutiny. But I was determined more than she could think of.

“I’m ready,” I declared, my voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in my stomach. “Whatever you have in store for me, I’m prepared to confront it head-

on.”

Delilah nodded with an inscrutable expression on her face as she heaved a sigh.

“Before we proceed, I need to hear the story between you and your rival,” she requested, her tone grave.

Taking a deep breath, I launched into the tale of my encounters with Sidonnie and she listened with rapt attention. I recounted the tension between us, Sidonnie’s manners towards my Carlyle and the unsettling revelation of her claim to be his mate. Delilah listened intently, her wise eyes never leaving my face as I spoke.

As I finished recounting my story, Delilah’s demeanor shifted, her brow furrowing in concern.

“And what is her name, child?” she inquired with furrowed brows.

“Sidonnie,” I replied, feeling a shiver run down my spine at the gravity of the moment. “Her name is Sidonnie Xander,”

At the sound of her name, Delilah’s expression darkened. Without a word, she began chanting in a language foreign to my ears, her movements fluid and purposeful. I watched in awe and trepidation as she performed her mysterious ritual while my heart pounded faster in my chest.

“What’s happening?” I asked, unable to contain my anxiety any longer as Delilah’s chanting grew more fervent.

Delilah’s chanting ceased abruptly, and she turned to me with a somber expression.

“Your rival is not someone to be trifled with,” she warned, her voice filled with a

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sense of foreboding. “She possesses powers beyond your understanding, and she cannot be easily defeated”

I felt a chill run down my spine at her words, the weight of the revelation sinking in.

“What do you mean by she can’t be trifled with? Is she a goddess or the goddess relative? Why can’t she be trifled with?” I asked.

Delilah’s expression remained stoic despite the barrage of insults hurled her way. She held herself with a quiet dignity, her eyes fixed on me with a mixture of concern and resolve.

“Are you sure you know what you’re saying? Are you sure your powers aren’t wearing out with your age? Wait…are you even Delilah?” I rushed these insulting questions at her but she didn’t say a word still.

When I finally calmed down, she spoke up.

“I understand your frustration, Raina,” Delilah began. “But you must understand the gravity of the situation. Your rival possesses powers that surpass mortal understanding. She is not merely a mere mortal but someone with connections to forces beyond our comprehension.”

I listened intently, her words sinking in as I struggled to understand the threat Sidonnie posed to me if I tried doing what I planned against her.

“She may not be a goddess herself, but she holds sway over powers that rival even the divine,” Delilah continued with all seriousness in her tone. “Attempting to confront her without proper preparation would be like walking into the jaws of a lion unarmed.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, the magnitude of the danger becoming increasingly clear with each passing moment. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Delilah’s warning seemed to appraise Sidonnie even more and this only made my anger increase drastically and I lashed out at her. But Delilah remained unruffled, her composure unshaken.

“I have warned you as best I can, Raina,” Delilah said firmly. “Whether or not you choose to heed my advice is ultimately up to you. But know this: the path you tread is fraught with peril, and the consequences of your actions may be dire.”

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With that, Delilah turned away, leaving me to ponder her words in the shadow of impending danger.

“Are you even competent? Do you have what it takes to be as legendary as the book says? No, I doubt it! You’re nothing but a witch who doesn’t know what to do in situations inke this!” I paused, staring at her back.

“Or should I say you’re just a dumbass who gets scared because of little threats?”

“Young woman! You had better watch it!” Delilah warned me with a yell, scaring me a bit. But my wants and obsession overshadowed all other feelings I felt.

“If you want me to respect you, then do what I want.” I yelled at her.

This time, she turned to face me. Yes! Exactly what I wanted.

“Since you’re bent on seeing it through, let’s deal. What do you want from me?” She asked stenly, sitting on her spot which I guess was where she prepared whatever magical substances or dues she wanted to create or perform.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.”

“Go straight to the point, Raina.”

“She’ll be having her wedding soon, Delilah. I want something that’ll destroy her wedding.” I paused, taking a moment to think it through.

“No, better still, I want you to take her out of the way for me. If she’s gone, I’ll have Carlyle all to myself.”

Delilah’s stern demeanor softened slightly as she listened to my demands, her expression betraying a hint of resignation.

“I want you to choose one, Raina.”

“Kill her, then. That’s the best option.”

Delilah understood the depth of my desperation and the lengths I was willing to go to rid myself of Sidonnie’s looming presence.

With a heavy sigh, Delilah instructed me to wait as she began to chant incantations and mix various ingredients together. The air crackled with energy as she worked.

After what felt like an eternity, Delilah finally handed me two small bottles, each

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containing a mysterious concoction.

“The first bottle,” she explained, her voice low and solemn, ‘contains a potent poison that will bring about Sidonnie’s demise. Use it wisely, for once

administered, there is no turning back.”

I held the bottle in my hand, feeling a surge of power coursing through me at the mere thought of wielding such destructive force.

“And the second bottle?” I prompted, eager to hear Delilah’s instructions.

“The second bottle,” she continued, her gaze piercing, “contains an antidote. Should you have a change of heart or wish to undo the harm you’ve caused, this will neutralize the effects of the poison.”

I nodded, absorbing Delilah’s words with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The weight of my decision hung heavy in the air as I contemplated the path ahead.

“Thank you, Delilah,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “I will not forget your assistance.”

With that, I tucked the bottles safely away, steeling myself for the moment when I would finally confront my nemesis and set my plan into motion.

“You should know that…” She wanted to say something but I was too happy that I didn’t wait for her words.

“Thanks, Delilah. You can keep the rest of the lectures for yourself” I said, scurrying out of the forest.