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.

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

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wolfsbane that the witches gave me to complete

him but Jack stuffs the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and

tree and the scent of her sweet perfume alerts me that my

comes to greet me, my mother

swallow back his

my pile of

I 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 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 the wind in

doesn’t last

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

at once.

mother mind-links me as she plops down near the edge of the

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

wonder. Surely, he is a strong boy

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

special girl.” 

if****d up to ever trade a

my mother murmurs.“ You need to let that girl go and move on with your life. I’m sure she has. At

but she pays me no

“pray she is alright every night.”

I snarl, my mother

care of her and

pup.” 

of her the first time?” My

mistake!” I snap at her, my mother chuckling to

hurt your wife over and over again for

my

thick head of yours. You cheated

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

one who tore my family apart. Icheated on my wife... not my son,” I retort, “I missed out on the first four years of

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a breeding w***e. In

I growl, my mother softening

love you with all my 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 mother, I cannot blame her for taking her pup to a place she thought was safe, even if

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

want my Tiny back. I want her and our pup back in my arms

storm of wrath and rage that ripples down my

off in the direction of the house as

and shift back into my

as I hear my

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

walk away. “Christian, I am speaking to you!” she snaps, my feet coming to a

get me,” i murmur, feeling exhaustion wash

of course I do,” My mother soothes, walking over to

hurts. But moving on.”

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

my wife back and neither you, nor my father, nor Jordan and

to stop me from getting what I

mother’s eyes as she stares

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

have to

your help!” I snarl, tears rolling down her

you can’t be Alpha like this, Christian. You’ll hurt someone or you’ll hurt yourself,”