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.

mother leaves the room and reaches for the syringe

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lethal dose of wolfsbane that the witches gave me to complete

the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and

way back to the surface as I walk out of the house towards the surrounding woods to find my mother. The sound of rustling behind a large tree and the scent of her sweet perfume alerts me that my mother is undressing and I stop in my tracks to

me, my mother nudging me with her snout and urging me to

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

my pile of

Jack. We have yet another fight for control, but I keep him at bay, taking

my mother.

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

doesn’t

moment we approach a cliff overlooking a valley of trees, my anger and my fears

at once.

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

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 face and know I

like? I wonder. Surely, he is a strong boy with all the makings of a true

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

special girl.” 

word, knowing if****d up to ever trade a diamond

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 pray

but she pays

is happy,” she adds. “pray she is

here with me,” I snarl, my mother giving me an amused

care of

pup.” 

of her the first time?” My mother shorts, my wolf growling at her

at her, my mother

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

my

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

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

son,” I retort, “I missed out on the first four years of his life because of her lie. Natalia took him from me. I have

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wife like a breeding w***e. In her mind, you were not fit to be the father of her child.”

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

I will turn the other cheek when I know you are in the wrong. Natalia did what she thought was best for

lost our mate. I didn‘t! I don‘t deserve to pay for the mistakes you

Tiny back. I want her and our pup back in my arms and I will never let them go! I will never hurt my Tiny like

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

think this run is over,” I declare, taking off in

where our clothes are and shift back into my human form to change, stuffing the syringe

as I hear my mother’s

to my mother as she quickly shifts and changes, my hand buried in my

away. “Christian, I am speaking to you!”

don’t get me,” i murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over

soothes, walking over to me and gently caressing

hurts. But moving on.”

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

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

stop me from getting what I

mother’s eyes as she stares

sob. “You’re sick

have to

and I don’t want your help!” I

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