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.

Im 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.

the room and reaches

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wolfsbane that the witches gave me

the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and turns to

large tree and the scent of her sweet perfume alerts me that my mother

mother nudging me with her snout and urging me to

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

pile of

don‘t 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 fight for control, but I keep him at bay, taking command of my body

my mother.

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

doesn’t last

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

at once.

mind-links me as she

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

Surely, he is a strong boy with all the

again, aren‘t you?” my mother asks, settling

special girl.” 

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

” my mother murmurs.“ You need to let that girl

she pays me

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

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

of

pup.” 

like how you took care of her the first time?”

made a mistake!” I snap at

No. You made a conscious decision to hurt your wife over and

my

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

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

first four years of his life because of her lie. Natalia took him from

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

mother softening her

you are in the wrong. Natalia did what she thought was best for

our mate. I didn‘t! I don‘t deserve to

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

rage that ripples down my back. It’s almost suffocating, as if

off in the direction of the

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

as I hear my mother’s

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

start to walk away. “Christian, I am

murmur, feeling exhaustion

I do,” My mother soothes, walking over

hurts. But moving on.”

no, NO! NO! I can’t breathe without her!” I

wife

from getting

in my mother’s eyes

“You’re sick and you

have to

your help!”

sick… and you can’t be Alpha like this, Christian. You’ll hurt someone or you’ll hurt yourself,” my

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