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 i’ve

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lethal dose of wolfsbane that the witches

at him but Jack stuffs the syringe into

woods to find my mother. The sound of rustling behind a large tree and

the tree and comes to greet me, my mother nudging me

on me but I swallow back his rage and hide

pile

myself, my bones rearranging into Jack. We have yet another fight for control,

my mother.

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

it doesn’t last

moment we approach a cliff overlooking a valley of trees,

at once.

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

silently on 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 face and know I could pick him out in

wonder. Surely, he is a strong boy with all the makings

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

special girl.” 

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 and move on with your life. I’m sure

but she pays me no

adds. “pray she is alright

with me,” I snarl, my

take care of her and our

pup.” 

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

at her, my mother chuckling

a conscious decision to hurt your wife over

my

of yours. You cheated knowing she would feel it. So own up

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

I retort, “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 a part of

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treated your wife like a breeding w***e.

mother softening her features as

the wrong. Natalia did what she thought was best for her baby and, as a mother, I

didn‘t! I don‘t deserve to pay for the mistakes

back in my arms and I will never let

of wrath and rage that ripples down my back. It’s almost suffocating, as if the anger itself were strangling

off in the direction of the house as

our clothes are and shift back into my human

hear

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

mother calls after me as I start to walk away. “Christian, I am speaking to you!”

i murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over

over to me and gently caressing my cheek.

hurts. But moving on.”

I can’t breathe without her!” I snap, my

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

me from getting what

in my mother’s eyes

you‘re sick,” She whispers, holding back a sob. “You’re sick and you need help. I can

just have

don’t want your help!” I

this, Christian. You’ll hurt someone or you’ll hurt