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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that the witches gave me

but Jack stuffs the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and turns 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 my tracks to give her some privacy. Before long, a dark majestic

me, my mother nudging

creeping up on me but I swallow back his

my pile

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

my mother.

my mother taking off in a sprint into the woods. We chase after

doesn’t last

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

at once.

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

own pup here to the cliffs for a

is he like? I wonder. Surely, he is a strong boy

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

special girl.” 

word, knowing if****d up

you have to live with the consequences of your actions, ” my mother murmurs.“ You need to let

at her but she pays me no mind and

“pray she is alright

with me,” I snarl, my mother giving

take care of her

pup.” 

like how you took care of her the first

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

hurt your wife

my

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

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

one who tore my family apart. Icheated 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 life.”

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

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

does not mean I will turn the other 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

You lost our mate. I didn‘t! I don‘t deserve to pay for the mistakes you

my arms and I will

ripples down my back. It’s almost

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

back into my human form

as I hear my mother’s

as she quickly shifts and changes, my hand buried in

as I start to walk away. “Christian, I am speaking

get me,” i murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over me. “You

do,” My mother soothes, walking over

hurts. But moving on.”

shake my head at her. “No, no, NO! NO! I can’t breathe

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

stop me from getting

flashes in my mother’s eyes

whispers, holding back a sob. “You’re sick and you need

have

not sick and I don’t want your help!” I snarl,

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