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.

reaches for the syringe i’ve kept hidden in

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a lethal dose of wolfsbane that the witches gave me to complete my

syringe into

manage 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 I stop in

tree and comes to greet me, my mother nudging

swallow back his rage and

my pile

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 as I present

my mother.

bow, her tail 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 moment,

it doesn’t last

trees, my anger and my

at once.

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

cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve

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

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

special girl.” 

if****d up to ever trade a diamond for a

need to let that girl go and move on with your life. I’m sure she has. At least

she pays

happy,” she adds. “pray she is alright

snarl, my mother giving me an

care of her and

pup.” 

first time?” My mother shorts, my wolf growling at

made a mistake!” I snap at her, my mother

hurt your wife over and

my

berates me. “Get that through that thick head of yours. You cheated knowing she

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

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

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like a breeding

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

with all my heart. But that does not mean I will turn the other cheek when I know you are in the wrong. Natalia did what she thought was

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

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

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

taking off in the direction of the house as she

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

as I hear

back to my mother as she quickly shifts and changes, my

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

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

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

hurts. But moving on.”

I

I want my wife back

stop me from

eyes

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

just have to let

I don’t want your help!” I snarl, tears rolling

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