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.

and reaches for the

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a lethal dose of wolfsbane that the

the syringe into my pocket

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

me, my mother nudging

his rage and hide

pile of

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 myself

my mother.

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 playing tag with my mom as

doesn’t

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

at once.

me as she plops down near

thoughts of me bringing my own pup here to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve now memorized his little face and know

a strong boy with all the

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

special girl.” 

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

mother murmurs.“ You need

she pays

adds. “pray she is alright

snarl,

care of her

pup.” 

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

I snap at

to hurt your

my

through that thick head of yours. You cheated knowing she would feel it. So

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

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

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goes quiet for a moment to 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

will turn the other cheek when I know you are in the wrong. Natalia did what she thought was best for her baby and,

doesn‘t understand! Jack snarls. You lost our mate. I didn‘t!

I want her and our pup back in my arms and I will never let them go! I will never hurt

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

I declare, taking off in the direction of

the tree where our clothes are and shift back

I hear my

she quickly

mother calls after me as I start to walk away. “Christian, I am

i murmur, feeling

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

hurts. But moving on.”

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

I want my wife back and neither you, nor my father, nor Jordan and

me from getting

mother’s eyes as

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

just have to

sick and I don’t want your help!”

this, Christian. You’ll hurt someone