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.

the room and reaches for the syringe i’ve kept hidden in my

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of wolfsbane that the witches gave me

him but Jack stuffs the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and turns to

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

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

his rage and hide

pile of

bones rearranging into Jack. We have

my mother.

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

it doesn’t last

approach a cliff overlooking a valley of trees, my anger

at once.

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

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 out in

strong boy with

asks, settling beside

special girl.” 

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

actions, ” my mother murmurs.“ You need to let that

growi at her but she

she is happy,” she adds. “pray she is

be better here with me,” I snarl, my mother giving

of her and our

pup.” 

of her the first time?” My mother shorts,

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

No. You made a conscious decision to hurt your wife over and over

my

yours. You cheated knowing she would

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

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

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your wife like a breeding w***e. In her mind, you were not fit to be the

are you on?” I growl, my mother softening her features as she nuzzies up

love you, Christian. I 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 that

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

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!

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

taking off in the direction of the house

where our clothes are and shift back into my

hear my mother’s footsteps

my mother as she quickly shifts and changes, my hand buried in my

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

i murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over

soothes, walking over to me and

hurts. But moving on.”

no, NO! NO! I can’t breathe without

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

me from getting what

flashes in my mother’s eyes as she stares

holding back a sob. “You’re sick

have to let

don’t want your help!”

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