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.

breaks through as my mother leaves the room and reaches

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dose of wolfsbane that the witches gave me

at him but Jack stuffs the syringe

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

the tree and comes to greet me, my mother

feel Jack creeping up on me but I swallow back his rage and hide behind the tree to shift, tucking the

my pile of

it, I chant to myself, my bones rearranging into Jack. We have yet another fight for

my mother.

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 playing tag

it doesn’t last

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

at once.

as she plops down near the edge of the

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

a strong boy with all the makings of a true Alpha.

asks, settling beside me. “I

special girl.” 

up to ever trade a diamond for a

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

at her but she pays me

she is happy,” she adds. “pray she

snarl,

of her

pup.” 

of her the first time?”

at her,

a conscious decision to hurt your wife over and over again for several

my

through that thick head of yours. You cheated knowing she

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

not my son,” I retort, “I missed out on the first four years of his life because of her

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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 to be the father

mother softening her features as she nuzzies up

wrong. Natalia did what she thought was best for her baby and, as a mother, I cannot blame her

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

arms and

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

over,” I declare, taking off in the

where our clothes are and shift back into my human form to

pocket as I hear my

quickly shifts and changes, my hand buried in

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

murmur, feeling exhaustion wash over me.

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

hurts. But moving on.”

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

“I want her back. I want my wife back and

from

mother’s eyes

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

have to

want your help!” I snarl,

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