The Fuckening 66. The Fuckening 

***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.

Im 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.

as my mother leaves the room and reaches for the syringe i’ve kept hidden in my drawers.

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of wolfsbane that the witches gave

him but Jack stuffs the syringe into my pocket

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,

tree and comes to greet me, my mother nudging me with her

on me but I swallow back his rage and hide behind the tree to shift, tucking

pile

need it, I don‘t need it, I chant to myself, my bones rearranging into Jack. We have yet another fight

my mother.

in a sprint into the woods. We chase after

doesn’t

trees, my anger and

at once.

as she plops down near the edge of the cliff to groom

to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve now memorized his little face and know I could pick him out in a crowd of

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

settling beside

special girl.” 

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

your actions, ” my mother murmurs.“ You need

at her but she pays

she adds. “pray she is alright every

with me,” I snarl, my mother giving

of her and our

pup.” 

her the first time?” My

I snap at her,

to hurt your

my

“Get that through that thick head of yours. You

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

the first four years of his life because of her lie. Natalia

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You treated your wife like a breeding w***e. In her

you on?” I growl, my mother softening

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

I didn‘t! I don‘t deserve to pay for

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

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

over,” I declare, taking off in the direction of the house as she

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

pocket as I hear my mother’s

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

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

feeling exhaustion wash over

My mother soothes, walking over to me and gently caressing my cheek. “I know

hurts. But moving on.”

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

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

stop me from getting

eyes

whispers, holding back a sob. “You’re sick and you need help.

have to let

and I don’t want your help!” I snarl, tears

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

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