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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of wolfsbane that the

him but Jack stuffs the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and

large tree and the scent of her sweet perfume

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

me but I swallow back his rage and hide behind the

my pile of

it, I chant to myself, my bones rearranging into Jack. We have yet another fight for control,

my mother.

sprint into the woods. We chase after each other

doesn’t

of trees, my

at once.

mind, love?” My mother mind-links me as she plops down

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

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 me. “I

special girl.” 

if****d up to

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

her but she pays

happy,” she adds. “pray

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

take care of her

pup.” 

the first time?” My mother shorts, my

snap at her, my mother

made a conscious decision to hurt your wife over and over again

my

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

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

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

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wife like a breeding w***e. In

mother softening her features as

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

lost our mate. I didn‘t! I don‘t

want her and our pup back in my arms and I will never let them go! I will never hurt my Tiny like

ripples down my back. It’s almost suffocating, as if the anger itself were

this run is over,” I declare, taking off in the direction of the house as she

back into my human form to

I hear

quickly shifts and changes, my

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

me,” i murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over me.

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

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

from getting what

eyes as she stares

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

have to let

your help!” I snarl, tears rolling down

sick… and you can’t be Alpha like this, Christian. You’ll hurt