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.

mother leaves the room and reaches

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wolfsbane that the witches gave me

but Jack stuffs the syringe into

to 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

tree and comes to greet me, my mother

feel Jack creeping up on me but I swallow back his rage and

pile

don‘t need it, I chant to myself, my bones rearranging into Jack. We have yet another fight for control, but I keep him at bay, taking command of my body as I

my mother.

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 moment, I feel like a kid again playing tag with my mom as we feel the wind

doesn’t

we approach a cliff overlooking a valley of trees, my anger and my fears come

at once.

as she plops

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

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

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

special girl.” 

word, knowing if****d up to ever

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

growi at her but she pays me no

she adds. “pray she is alright every night.”

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

take care of her and our

pup.” 

the first time?” My mother

mistake!” I snap at

You made a conscious decision to hurt your

my

yours. You cheated knowing

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

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 to be

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

side are you on?” I growl, my mother

in the wrong. Natalia did what she thought was best for her baby and, as a mother, I

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

in my arms and I will never let them go!

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

over,” I declare, taking off in the direction of

are and shift back into my human form to change, stuffing the

as I hear my

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

as I start to walk away. “Christian, I

i murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over me. “You don’t

soothes, walking over to me

hurts. But moving on.”

“No, no, NO! NO! I can’t

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

to stop me from getting what

in my mother’s eyes as she stares

a sob. “You’re sick and

just have to

I don’t want your help!” I snarl,

Alpha like this, Christian. You’ll hurt someone or you’ll hurt yourself,”