The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

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***Christian*** 

WHERE THE I* ‘K IS SHE?!? | pant as I look around at the mess I’ve created, my hand bleeding from shattering the family portrait hanging on the wall.

I run my fingers through my hair as I try to compose myself, but my rage is hard to contain knowing lam so close

yet so far from having Natalia and my pup again. I have been so patient these past few days, hoping Natalia would

turn up but she’s determined to tear me apart.

The answer is right in front of you and yet, you refuse to see it, Jack snarls.

I‘m not killing my mother! I snap, staring at the framed photograph of my mother and Talia at the beach now 

shattered on the floor.

Then watch me burn it all to the ground! Jack sneers, his wrath seeping into my veins.

He fights for control, Jack clawing his way to the surface and attempting to shove me as far back to the depths of my mind as he can. Just as I feel myself about to lose the battle, a knock at the door distracts Jack enough for me to

push through and lock him out.

The door creaks open, my mother poking her head in and waving hello to me.

“What do you want?” | snap, kicking a chair off to the side.

My mother stands still and unfazed by my behavior, her dress perfectly ironed, her hair combed neatly in place

without a hair out of place. As always, she wears heels and has a cool, unwavering smile on her face.

“Christian,” She says in a soothing voice as she walks carefully over the debris on the office floor. “I see you’re not having a good evening.”

She scrutinizes my disheveled hair and the blood on my hand, shaking her head disapprovingly at me. “Almost thirty years old and throwing a tantrum, are we?” She chuckles condescendingly. “And I thought Vanessa

was a mess.”

“If you are here to pester me, you may leave,” I mutter, resting my hands on my desk to feel some sense of

stability in all this turbulence.

“Oh Christian,” my mother sighs, her heels clicking towards me.

“Go away, Mother,” I huff. “It’s past your bedtime. Doesn’t every perfect Luna need her beauty sleep?” I smile

coldly.

“Perhaps,” she laughs, placing her hands on my shoulders. “But my son needs me more.”

| side eye her and she smiles her perfect smile at me, the same smile she taught Natalia.

“Shall we go on a little midnight run?” she hums, gently patting my back. “I bet the fresh air will do you some good instead of you brooding here in your office,

DO IT, Jack chants menacingly. KILL HER.., 

I fight the voice in my head but he growls so loudly, i just want him to stop.

“Come on Chrissy. Let’s go for a run,” my mother murmurs, her heels clicking away as she turns to leave.

my mother leaves the room and reaches for the syringe i’ve

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that the witches gave me to complete my

the syringe

a large tree and the scent of her sweet perfume alerts me that my mother is undressing and I stop in my tracks to give her some privacy. Before

comes to greet me, my mother nudging

I swallow back his rage and

my pile

I chant to myself, my bones rearranging into Jack. We have yet another fight for control, but

my mother.

bow, my mother taking off in a sprint into the woods. We chase after each other and, for a brief moment, I feel like a kid again playing tag with my mom as we feel the wind in

doesn’t last

a valley of trees, my anger and my fears

at once.

she plops down near the edge of the cliff to groom

my hind legs, my mind drifting to thoughts of me bringing my own pup here to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve now memorized his little

strong boy with all the

again, aren‘t you?” my mother asks, settling beside me. “I

special girl.” 

knowing if****d up to ever trade a diamond for

you hurt her... but you have to live with the consequences of your actions, ” my mother murmurs.“ You need to let that girl go and move on with your life. I’m sure she has. At least I

at her but she

adds. “pray she is alright

be better here with me,” I snarl, my mother giving

care of her and

pup.” 

like how you took care of her the first time?” My mother

at her, my mother

a conscious decision to hurt your wife over

my

“Get that through that thick head of yours. You cheated knowing

1. it. You did this. You tore your family apart, not her.” 

Icheated on my wife... not my son,” I retort, “I missed out on the first four years of his life

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responds.” You treated your wife like a breeding

I growl, my mother softening her

not mean I will turn the other cheek when I know you are in the wrong. Natalia did what she thought was best for her baby and, as a mother, I cannot blame her

Jack snarls. You lost our mate. I didn‘t! I don‘t

back. I want her and our pup back in my arms and I

of wrath and rage that ripples down my back. It’s almost suffocating,

I declare, taking off in the direction of the house

our clothes are and shift back

pocket as I hear my

she quickly

away. “Christian,

feeling exhaustion wash over me. “You don’t

do,” My mother soothes, walking over to me and gently caressing my cheek.

hurts. But moving on.”

her. “No, no, NO! NO! I can’t breathe without her!” I

my wife back and neither you, nor

to stop me from getting what I

my mother’s eyes as she

whispers, holding back a sob. “You’re sick and you

just have

and I don’t want your help!” I

this, Christian.