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 syringe i’ve kept hidden in my

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lethal dose of wolfsbane that the

the syringe into my pocket

behind a large tree and

mother nudging me with her snout and urging

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

pile of

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 I present

my mother.

into the woods. We chase after

doesn’t last

overlooking a valley of trees,

at once.

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

my own pup here to the cliffs for a midnight run. I’ve now memorized his

Surely, he is a strong boy with all the makings of a true

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

special girl.” 

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

am sorry you hurt her... but you have to live with the consequences of your actions, ” my mother murmurs.“ You need to

her but she pays me

adds. “pray she

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

take care of

pup.” 

care of her the first time?” My mother

at her, my mother chuckling

decision to hurt your wife over and over again for

my

“Get that through that thick head of yours. You cheated knowing she would feel it. So own up

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 her lie. Natalia took him from me. I have every right to demand to be a part of

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wife like a breeding

growl, my mother

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

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

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

anger grows violent, creating a storm of wrath and rage that ripples down my back.

off in the

our clothes are and shift back into my

pocket as I hear my mother’s

my back to my mother as she quickly shifts and changes,

away. “Christian, I am speaking

feeling exhaustion wash over

walking over

hurts. But moving on.”

no, NO! NO! I can’t breathe without

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

me from getting what I

in my mother’s eyes as she stares

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

have

want your help!” I snarl,

can’t be Alpha like this, Christian. You’ll