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.

through as my mother leaves the room and reaches

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a lethal dose of wolfsbane that the witches gave

at him but Jack stuffs the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and turns

large tree and the scent of her sweet perfume alerts me that my mother is undressing and I stop in my tracks to give her some privacy. Before long, a dark

the tree and comes to greet me, my mother nudging me

Jack creeping up on me but I swallow back his

pile

Jack. We

my mother.

a play 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, I feel like a kid again

doesn’t last

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

at once.

love?” My mother mind-links me as she plops down near the edge

the cliffs

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

asks, settling beside me. “I miss her too. She was

special girl.” 

if****d up

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

at her but she

“pray she is alright every

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

of her and

pup.” 

the first time?” My mother shorts, my

snap at her,

your wife over and over again for several

my

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

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

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

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think before she responds.” You treated your wife like a breeding w***e. In her mind, you were not fit

I growl, my mother softening her features as she nuzzies up

cheek when I know you are 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 place she thought

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

her and our pup back in my arms and I

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

in the direction of the

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

as I hear my mother’s

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

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

get me,” i murmur, feeling

My mother soothes, walking over to me and gently

hurts. But moving on.”

my head at her. “No, no, NO! NO! I can’t breathe without her!” I snap, my mother staring back

back. I want my wife back and

from getting

eyes as

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

just have to

want your help!” I snarl,

you can’t be Alpha like this, Christian.