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 for the syringe i’ve kept

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dose of wolfsbane that the witches gave me

him but Jack stuffs the syringe into my pocket nonetheless and

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 brown wolf steps

and comes to greet me, my mother

feel Jack creeping up on me but I swallow back his rage and

pile

need it, I 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

my mother.

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 last

of trees,

at once.

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

of me bringing my own pup here to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve now memorized his little face and know I could pick him out in a crowd of

strong boy with all the makings of a

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

special girl.” 

don’t say a word, knowing if****d up to

my mother murmurs.“ You need to let that girl go and move on with your life. I’m sure she

growi at her but she pays me no mind

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

me,” I snarl, my mother giving

care of her

pup.” 

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

I snap at her, my mother chuckling to

decision to hurt your

my

yours. You cheated

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

am not the 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

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

on?” I growl, my mother softening

Christian. I love you 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 best for her baby and, as a mother, I cannot blame her for taking her pup to a place she thought was safe, even if that place

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

and our pup back in my arms

wrath and rage that ripples down my back. It’s almost suffocating, as if

declare, taking off in the direction of the house as she calls

clothes are and shift back into my

hear

my back to my mother as she quickly shifts and changes, my hand buried in

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

murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over

do,” My mother soothes, walking over to me and gently caressing

hurts. But moving on.”

at her. “No, no, NO! NO! I can’t breathe without

at my outburst. “I want her back. I want my wife back and neither you,

me from getting what

my mother’s eyes

a sob. “You’re sick and you need

have to let

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

can’t be Alpha like this, Christian.