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.

and reaches for the syringe i’ve kept

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of wolfsbane that the witches gave me to

stuffs the syringe into

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 give

greet me, my mother nudging

on me but I swallow back his

pile of

We

my mother.

into the woods. We chase after each other and, for a brief moment, I feel like a

it doesn’t last

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

at once.

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

sit 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

I wonder. Surely, he is a strong

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

special girl.” 

knowing if****d up to ever trade

am sorry 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

growi at her but she pays me no mind and

is happy,” she adds. “pray she is alright

me,” I snarl, my mother

of her

pup.” 

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

at her,

decision to hurt your wife over and over again for

my

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

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

apart. Icheated on my wife... not my 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 every right to demand to be a part of my

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a breeding w***e. In her mind, you

growl, my mother

heart. But 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

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

I want my 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 you!

rage that ripples down my back. It’s almost

I declare, taking off in the direction of the house

and shift back into

pocket as I hear my mother’s

turn my back to my mother as she quickly

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

i murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over me. “You don’t

I do,” My mother soothes, walking over to me

hurts. But moving on.”

I can’t breathe without

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

me from getting what

in my mother’s eyes as

sob. “You’re sick and you need help. I can get you

have to

your help!” I snarl, tears rolling down her

like this, Christian. You’ll