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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that the

the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and

rustling behind a large tree and

my mother nudging me with her snout and urging me to

back his rage and hide behind the

pile

it, I chant to myself, my bones rearranging into Jack. We have

my mother.

wagging playfully as she leans her 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 and, for a brief

doesn’t last

of trees, my anger and my fears come racing

at once.

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

to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve now memorized

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

thinking of her again, aren‘t you?” my mother asks, settling beside

special girl.” 

up to ever trade a diamond for

am sorry you hurt her... but you have 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. At least I pray she does.”

growi at her but she pays me no mind

she adds. “pray she

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

take care of her and

pup.” 

of her the first time?”

at her,

hurt your wife over and over

my

You cheated knowing she would feel it. So own up to

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 from me. I

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a moment to think before she responds.” You treated your wife like a breeding w***e. In her mind, you were not fit to be the

my mother softening her features

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

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

pup back in 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 suffocating, as if the anger itself

declare, taking off in the direction

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

I hear my

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

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

get me,” i murmur, feeling

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

hurts. But moving on.”

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

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

from getting what

my mother’s eyes as she

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

have

don’t want your help!” I snarl,

Alpha like this, Christian. You’ll hurt someone