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.

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

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dose of wolfsbane that the witches

but Jack stuffs the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and

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. Before long, a dark majestic brown wolf steps

mother nudging me

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

pile of

it, 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

my mother.

waits. I accept her bow, my mother taking off in a sprint into the woods. We chase after each other and,

it doesn’t

of trees, my anger and my fears

at once.

mother mind-links me as she plops down near the

pup here to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve now memorized his little face and know I

wonder. Surely, he is a strong boy with all the makings of a true Alpha.

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

special girl.” 

word, knowing if****d up to

live with the consequences of your actions, ” my mother murmurs.“ You need to let that girl go and move on with your life. I’m sure she has.

she

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

here with me,” I snarl, my mother giving

care of her and our

pup.” 

of her the first time?” My mother

at her, my mother

a conscious decision to hurt your wife over and over again for several

my

head of yours. You cheated knowing she would feel

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

out on the first four years of his life because of her lie. Natalia took him

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

growl, my mother

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 place is far away

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

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

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

off in the direction of the house as she calls

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

pocket as I hear

to my mother as she quickly shifts

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

murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over me. “You

Christian, of course I do,” My mother soothes, walking over to me and gently caressing my cheek. “I know

hurts. But moving on.”

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

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

stop me from

mother’s eyes as

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

just have to let

sick and I don’t want your help!” I snarl, tears rolling down her

like this,