The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

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.

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.

reaches for the syringe i’ve kept hidden in my

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dose of wolfsbane that the

but Jack stuffs the syringe into my pocket

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.

and comes to greet me, my mother nudging me with her snout and urging me to

me but I swallow back his

pile

to myself, my bones rearranging into Jack. We have yet another fight for control, but I keep him at bay, taking command of

my mother.

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

it doesn’t last

of trees, my anger and my fears come

at once.

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

thoughts of me bringing my own pup here to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve

a strong boy with all the makings of

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

special girl.” 

knowing if****d up to ever trade a diamond

You need to let that girl go and move on with your life. I’m sure

her but she pays me

she adds. “pray

snarl, my

of

pup.” 

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

a mistake!” I snap at her, my mother

to hurt your wife over and over again

my

“Get that through that thick head of yours. You cheated knowing she would feel it. So own up to

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

not the only one who tore my family 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

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for a moment to 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 her features as she nuzzies

thought was best for

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

my arms and I will never let them go! I will never hurt

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

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

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

I hear my mother’s footsteps

to my mother as she quickly shifts and

me as I start to walk away. “Christian, I

murmur, feeling

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

hurts. But moving on.”

I shake my head at her. “No, no, NO! NO! I can’t breathe

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

to stop me from getting

in my mother’s eyes as she

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

just have to

and I don’t want your help!”

like this, Christian. You’ll hurt someone or you’ll hurt yourself,” my