The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Vanessa***

The light of the full moon illuminates the dark skies as I make my drive through the woods.It was not difficult slipping out of the pack house without anyone noticing.

Christian is always trembling in his office or out in the training grounds pummeling his warriors to a pulp while Derek and Jordan are still trying to find my sister and her little brat.

I was practically running this s**t show off a pack on my own and as my mother-in-law, Kay, always liked to point out, I was not doing very well.But it does not matter.

Things were about to change.

I continue my drive down the winding road deeper into the woods until I reach the small cottage I was told to look for.

The cottage stands slightly at an angle and looks like no one has lived in it for over a decade, overgrown weeds climbing up its wooden walls.

The windows all have metal bars and from where I sit, I can see padlocks on the front door.

A cold shiver runs down my spine but there is no turning back now.I want to turn.

With shaking legs, I climb out of the car and walk down the little path to the front door, cursing myself for being so afraid.

My hand answers it.

“You Vanessa?” she asks in a gruff voice.

“Yes,” I whisper, trying my best to look nonchalant.

“Are you the one they call The Rogue?”

She ignores my question, looking me up and down with judging eyes and gesturing me inside.I follow her into the dark house, the kitchen dimly lit by a small lamp on the counter.

The woman leads me down the dark hall until we reach a room where she knocks just once before opening the door.

Aman sits behind a desk while staring at a laptop, his dark brows furrowed in concentration.

“Do you have your payment?” the man behind the desk asks without lifting his head from the screen.

“Y-yes,” I stammer, pulling out the small manila envelope from my purse and handing it to the blonde woman.

The blonde woman extracts the money and counts it in silence before nodding her head and placing the money on the desk.

“Leave us,” the man waves his hand and the blonde woman retreats into the hall, locking the door behind her.

I feel my nerves return and my legs once again start to shake f**k, am t really doing this?

“So, you’re the human who wants to turn?” The man asks, closing My teeth clench before I finally answer.

“I’m infertile,” I mutter bitterly.

“But werewolves…I heard turning could possibly reverse human ailments…I need to get pregnant.My Alpha needs an heir.” The man weighs my words carefully.

“I see,” he says, leaning back in his chair.

His dark eyes roam my body and I start to feel uncomfortable.I stare back at him with intense eyes, hoping to faze him but he just smirks back at me.

The mysterious man is quite handsome, with dark hair and dark eyes.

His beard is short and well groomed and his ears are pierced.

Waves of rippling muscles are barely contained within his black button up shirt.

“So, let’s talk business then,” the man continues, pressing in a code into what appears to be a safe beneath his desk.

The safe opens with a click and cold smoke emits from the inside.He pulls out three vials of dark liquid and places them on a rack on the desk.

“This is werewolf venom,” he says, pointing to the three vials.

vial comes from a different wolf rank.The higher the rank, the greater the risk of death for you.As I said to you before, the safest way to turn is

don’t have a mate,” I retort

finally Alpha,” he adds, lifting the Alpha vial up and inspecting it carefully before

want this to work and for Christian to take me seriously, I’ll need to be

I ask, knowing very well I had

and his eyes

arrangement,”

and sit on

playfully tugging

back in the cold safe.He then stands up and bends me over the

belt buckle before he pulls out his manhood.I do my best to stand on the balls of

my thong, nearly ripping it off and pulls the string off to the side, brushing his tip against my little slit, warm shivers running down my legs

into my folds until I scream.I grip onto the edge of the desk as I c*m

and once

he fills me up to the hilt and he rocks in and out like a man abandoned in the desert, eager for his first drink.I lose count of how many times I make

Rogue takes me to a room much like one in a hospital, with a sterile bed and medical

returns to the room and ties up my hands and feet

being tied up?” I ask as she closes the cuffs over

process.This is to hold you in place,” she says with no emotion in her

the machine coming to life with every beat

venom from the Alpha vial while the woman ties a

is simple,” The Rogue

of the next 12 hours, the venom will infect every cell in your body.It’s going to feel like your that’s normal.When the time’s up, you will be able

it goes in, there’s no turning

injection.The thick needle pierces my

begins to burn, as if set on fire.I open my mouth to swallow air but choke on my own scream as the liquid surges through every vein and blood vessel

arms and legs go through a cycle of thrashing and stiffening,

sweat roll down my forehead as I scream for mercy, wanting the pain

would hurt like

“Suck it up!”

my vision as I cuss him out, telling him to go f**k himself as black

and I tumble into

black out in agony.I can feel my body on the verge of giving up and I curse myself for doing this.burning sensation envelops every nerve.I fall into the darkness one last time, my

fallen into what appears to be a lake in the middle of nothing but white light.I’m on the verge of tears finding myself in

do you do now? I ask myself as I look around

moving my body and immediately start

a panic, I once again swim to the surface

and legs to move forward,

what seems like an eternity,

grows shallower and

for the moment of rest, I allow myself to sit on my knees to catch my

bend my neck low, allowing my hair to cover my face as I listen to the beating of my

to now!” I scream into water, streams of tears

breathing down

like a statue, my breath hitching in

comes from behind me, my

balls of my feet and very slowly, rotate my body to face the mysterious being behind me.I don’t dare

again, flaring its nostrils at me as a blast of hot breath blows

ask, my voice small, almost like a

up, stumbling back when

its sapphire irises, as if in a trance I do not have the strength to

other, neither of us moving an inch.I lick my dry lips and in

she replies in

“Your wolf”

so weak, I would leap onto my feet and jump with

to touch her

“No…..NOOOO!!”

as the beautiful

***Christian’s POV***