The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

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***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 for the syringe i’ve

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dose of wolfsbane that the witches gave

the syringe

to fight my way back to the surface as I walk out of the house towards the surrounding woods 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

my mother nudging me with her snout

I swallow back his

my pile

Jack. We have yet another fight for control, but

my mother.

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 moment, I feel like

doesn’t last

valley of trees, my anger and my fears

at once.

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

own pup here to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve now memorized his little face and know I could pick him out in a crowd

strong boy with all the makings of a true

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

special girl.” 

don’t say a word, knowing if****d up to ever trade a diamond

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

she pays me

“pray she is alright every

snarl, my mother giving me an amused

of her and

pup.” 

how you took care of her the first time?” My mother shorts, my

a mistake!” I snap at her, my mother chuckling to

You made a conscious decision to hurt your

my

head of yours. You cheated knowing she

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

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 have every right to demand to be a part of my son‘s

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wife like a breeding w***e. In her mind, you were not

are you on?” I growl, my mother softening her features as she

thought was best for her

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

and our pup back in my arms and I will never let

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

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

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

pocket as I hear

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

to walk away. “Christian, I am speaking to

don’t get me,” i murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over me.

I do,” My mother soothes, walking over to me

hurts. But moving on.”

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

back. I want my wife back and neither you, nor my

from

eyes as she

sick and you need help. I can get

just have

don’t want your help!”

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