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.

leaves the room and reaches for the syringe i’ve kept hidden

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that the witches gave me to

stuffs the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and

my mother. The sound of rustling behind a large tree and the scent of her sweet perfume

tree and comes to greet me, my mother nudging me with her

creeping up on me but I swallow back his rage and hide behind the tree

pile of

don‘t need it, I don‘t need it, I chant to myself, my bones rearranging into Jack. We have yet another fight for control, but I keep him at bay,

my mother.

her tail wagging playfully as she leans her weight on her hind legs and waits. I accept her 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

it doesn’t last

a valley of trees, my anger and

at once.

on your mind, love?” My mother mind-links me as she plops down near the

cliffs for a midnight run.

is a strong boy with all

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

special girl.” 

don’t say a word, knowing if****d up to ever trade a

you have to live with the consequences of your actions, ” my mother murmurs.“ You need to let that girl go

at her but she pays me

she is happy,” she adds. “pray she

me,” I snarl, my

care of her and

pup.” 

took care of her the first

I snap at her, my mother chuckling to

You made a conscious decision to hurt your wife over and over again for

my

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

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

“I missed out on the first four years of his life because of her lie. Natalia took him from me. I have every right to demand to be

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wife like a breeding w***e. In her

side are you on?” I growl, my mother softening her

that does 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 for taking her pup to a place she thought was safe, even if

doesn‘t understand! Jack snarls. You lost our mate. I didn‘t! I don‘t deserve to pay

my arms and I will never let them go! I will never hurt my Tiny like

grows violent, creating a storm of wrath and rage that ripples down my back. It’s almost suffocating, as if the anger itself

over,” I declare, taking off in

tree where our clothes are and shift back into my human form

hear

she quickly shifts and changes, my hand buried

after me as I start to walk away. “Christian, I am speaking to you!” she snaps, my feet coming

feeling exhaustion wash over me. “You

soothes, walking over to

hurts. But moving on.”

I can’t breathe without her!”

my outburst. “I want her back. I want my wife back and neither you, nor my father, nor Jordan and

to stop me from getting what I

in my mother’s eyes

“You’re sick and you need help. I can

have to

don’t want your help!” I snarl, tears

you can’t be Alpha like this, Christian. You’ll