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.

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

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of wolfsbane that the witches gave

stuffs the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and turns to

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 give her some privacy. Before long, a dark majestic brown wolf steps out

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

back his rage and hide behind the tree to shift, tucking

pile of

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

my mother.

bow, 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

it doesn’t

cliff overlooking a valley of trees, my anger

at once.

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

my own pup here to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve now memorized

strong boy with all the makings

of 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

need to let that girl go and move on with your

growi at her but she pays me no mind

“pray she

I snarl, my mother giving me an

care of her

pup.” 

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

snap at her, my

decision to hurt your

my

head of yours. You cheated knowing she would feel it.

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

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think before she responds.” You treated your wife like a breeding w***e. In her mind, you were not fit to

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

did what she thought was best for her baby and, as a mother, I cannot blame her for

mate. I didn‘t! I don‘t deserve to

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

that ripples down my back. It’s

taking off in the direction of the house as she calls

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

as I hear my

my back to my mother as she quickly shifts and changes, my

I start to walk away. “Christian, I am speaking to

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

mother soothes, walking over to me and gently

hurts. But moving on.”

shake my head at her. “No, no, NO! NO! I

my wife back and neither

to stop me from

my mother’s eyes as she stares at

a sob. “You’re sick and you

just have

your help!” I snarl,

be Alpha like this, Christian. You’ll hurt someone or you’ll