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.

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

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the witches gave me

the syringe into my pocket

find my mother. The sound of rustling behind a large tree and the scent of her sweet perfume alerts me that

mother nudging me with her snout and urging me

creeping up on me but I swallow back his rage and hide behind

my pile of

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

my mother.

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

doesn’t

overlooking a valley of trees, my anger

at once.

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

legs, my mind drifting to thoughts of me bringing my own pup here to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve now

wonder. Surely, he is a strong boy with

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

special girl.” 

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

the consequences of your actions, ” my mother murmurs.“ You need to let that girl go and

at her but she pays me no mind

happy,” she adds. “pray she is alright every

better here with me,” I snarl,

of her

pup.” 

care of her the first time?” My mother

I snap at her,

decision to hurt your wife over and over again for

my

me. “Get that through that thick head of yours. You cheated knowing she would feel it.

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

missed out on the first four years of his life because of her

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quiet for a moment to think before she responds.” You treated your wife like a breeding w***e. In

are you on?” I growl, my mother softening her features

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

doesn‘t understand! Jack snarls. You lost our mate. I didn‘t! I don‘t deserve to pay for

want her and our pup back in my arms and I will never

anger grows violent, creating a storm of wrath and rage that ripples down my back. It’s almost suffocating, as if the

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

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

hear my mother’s footsteps

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

calls after me as I start to walk away. “Christian, I am speaking to you!” she snaps, my feet coming to

feeling exhaustion wash over

do,” My mother soothes, walking over

hurts. But moving on.”

her. “No, no, NO! NO! I

outburst. “I want her back. I want my wife

me from getting what I

my mother’s eyes

a sob. “You’re sick

have to let

your help!” I snarl, tears

sick… and you can’t be Alpha like this,