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.

as my mother leaves the room and reaches for the syringe i’ve kept

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wolfsbane that the witches gave

but Jack stuffs the syringe

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

and comes to greet me, my mother nudging me with her snout and urging me

up on me but I swallow back his rage and hide

pile

We have yet another fight for control, but I keep him at

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 a kid again playing tag with my

it doesn’t

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

at once.

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

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

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

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

special girl.” 

a word, knowing if****d up to

need to let that girl go and move on with

at her but she pays me no mind

she is happy,” she adds. “pray she is alright every

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

take care of her

pup.” 

the first time?” My mother

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

hurt your wife over and over again for

my

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

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

only 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

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before she responds.” You treated your wife like a

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

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

You lost our mate. I didn‘t! I don‘t deserve

my arms and I will never let them go! I

ripples down my back.

over,” I declare, taking off in the

find the tree where our clothes are and shift back

hear my mother’s footsteps

turn my back to my mother as she quickly shifts

after me as I start to walk away. “Christian, I am speaking to you!” she snaps, my feet coming

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

Christian, of course I do,” My mother soothes, walking over to me and gently caressing

hurts. But moving on.”

NO! I can’t breathe without

want my wife back and

from getting what

eyes as

sob. “You’re sick and you need help.

just have to let

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

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