The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

69. Chaos
***Christian***
My phone rings non stop as I drive to the coven, my father’s name flashing on the caller ID.
Would you pick up the f***g phone already? Jack snarts. It’s driving me crazy
f**k you, I mutter, my eyes flicking to the rear view mirror where I catch a glimpse of my mother’s body.
I tighten my grip on the steering wheel as a wave of sadness hits me. I just took my father’s mate.
Don’t lee/too sorry for him, Jack sneers, his voice a low rumble growing louder and stronger with every passing
second. Need I remind you, your father is the reason we’re in this mess!
My father did nothing.
Nothing? Jack scoffs, the hairs on his back bristling with rage. He did not approve of our mate. He made her feel
small and insignificant. He looked down on her no matter what she did and she was never good enough for him. But
worst of all, he made you believe you deserved better. He made you believe you could find someone better when the
best thing that ever happened to us was standing right in front of us! And like a weakling, you let his beliefs corrupt our marriage to the most perfect woman to ever cross our path!
Jack’s voice invades my every thought, my head spinning from all of his overwhelming anger.
He deserves this pain, Jack whispers. He deserves to feel what I feel every day.
| shove my wolf to the back of my mind, slamming my foot on the accelerator as I speed down the secluded road until I pull up to the lake house. There is a pyre set up near the shore of the water where the witches are gathered, and as I come to a stop, Lorelei, one of the witches, walks towards the driveway, her eyes following me as I step out of
the car.
“You did it,” Loreli says, her judging eyes scanning me carefully.
“Where do you want her?” I snap, opening the back seat door and carefully lifting my mother in my arms.
“Bring her to the pyre. The sooner we get started, the sooner you’ll be able to find your son.” Lorelei
instructs
carry my mother’s body to the pyre and set her down gently, the entire time convincing myself that her death will not be in vain. I’ll soon have my pup home along with my mate by my side, where they belong.
As I step back to let the witches work, I take note of the ritual set up. Embedded in the wood surrounding the
pyre are stalks of sage and mugwort. Enclosing the pyres is a circle and beautiful runes carved into the earth and there are candles that sit at the northern, eastern, southern, and western points of the circle.

The four witches, Loreli. Endora, Melusine and Sinnan stand at each point and light their respective candles
before raising them above their heads.
“The God of Chaos has agreed to help you find your son in exchange for your mother’s blood,” Lorelei says to me “We will now call to him to offer your sacrifice and seek his guidance to help us cast our spell for you.”
“I call unto Air to connect us to the Realm of the Gods, / call unto Fire to purity this body and its blood, I call unto Water to release its spirit, I call unto Earth to ground our purpose and give Kay her peace.*
The witches step into the circle, and from her sleeve, Endora, the second witch, pulls out a dagger and walks to the pyre, chanting something under her breath. I watch in horror as she raises the dagger above her head and calls to the God of Chaos.
“I call Spirit to join us and bless this sacrifice. God of Chaos, hear our pleas. Bring us your wisdom, guide us
through the darkness, show us the truth!”
She bunes the dagger in my mother’s chest, blood spilling over the pyre. I leel disgust churn in my stomach as I watch the ritual but i cannot bring myself to look away as Endora makes slits across my mother’s wrists and neck. Satisfied that the pyre is bathed in the right amount of blood, Endora steps back to the inner edge of the circle, the third witch, Melusine, taking the candle representing fire to the pyre and setting my mother ablaze.
The witches begin their incantations as the pyre comes to life with flames, speaking in tongues I do not understand. A strong wind blows past me, pulling smoke from the pyre to the heavens to form a ring. The nne of smoke grows thicker and thicker until it dissolves, ashes falling like snowflakes onto the earth. The witches stop their chanting, working in unison to draw water from the lake to dampen the earth surrounding the pyre. A mixture of blood, ashes, sage and water stain the earth and when the four witches turn to face me, their eyes are jet black and a mischievous smile graces their lips.
“It’s not often a wolf seeks my help,” the four witches say in unison, their voices morphing into one. So I could
not pass up an opportunity to help a creation of my sister’s.”
“Who are you?” I ask, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.
“Why. I’m hurt,” the witches reply with a pout. “After all, it was you who summoned me here,” the witches add, all four now circling me like prey. “I have many names, Loki, Balor, Apophis, Yam… Chaos.”
Beads of sweat gather on my forehead as I struggle to keep track of all four witches as they circle me, their figures morphing to all took the same yet at the same look distinct.
“Are you afraid?” the witches snicker at me, Lorelei stepping closer to me. “Would you prefer to speak to someone else?”
Before my eyes, the witch’s face contorts and shifts untill find myself staring back at Natalia.
Tiny… Jack whispers softly upon seeing her. In disbelief, I reach out to caress her cheek only to be slapped in the face by her.
*You do not touch a God, you i”**t!” Chaos roars.
I step back in fear, God of Chaos suddenly bursting into laughter as I stare back in confusion.
So you wish to find your pup?” the God asks, his voice mimicking Natalia’s.
“Y-yes,” i nod, keeping my guard up around the strange God. “And my wife.”
“Ex-wife.” Chaos corrects me, Jack growling in response. Chaos inhales deeply and one of the witches brings him a daeger while another hands him Natalia’s burnt hair brush.” Follow me,” he instructs.
Though weary of the God taking the form of my mate, I follow him into the circle where the pyre still burns with
intensity
*Magic is about balance. To take, you must give,” the God explains. “Just how much are you willing to give to retrieve your pup?”
“I thought ”
“Your mother’s blood was necessary to bring me to this world for death is one of the bridges between the realms, * the God smirks.
“What are the others?” I ask, afraid to know the answer.
“None of your business! Chaos snaps, Natalia’s eyes tuming jet black. The God of Chaos takes a deep breath to calm down and sighs. Now,” he murmurs in Natalia’s gentle voice. “Just how much are you willing to give to retrieve your pup
Everything Jack snarts. We’ll give him everything!
Chaos seems to know Jack’s answer and grins mischievously. “Then let’s begin.”
He tosses Natalia’s hair brush into the pyre and I watch it be consumed by the flames. Chaos then takes my hand
and i grimace as he slices my palm with the dagger, letting my blood pour over the flames.
Suddenly my head feels as though it’s burning, and I bend over in agony, holding my head in my hands. Christian… Christian! Jack howls before disappearing into oblivion. I suddenly feel very alone with my thoughts, unable to see or feel Jack’s presence.
Jack? I call out into the depths of my mind, hearing nothing but silence. Jack!
The God of Chaos puts his hand in the flame and from the fire, he extracts a blue stone. The stone almost glows against the fire but becomes opaque once cooled by the night air.
“To take. you must give,” Chaos says smugly
I shake my head hoping to hear my stupid wolf but he never replies.
“What did… w-what did you do to me?” I cry. staring at the stone in his hand.
* You wanted to find your pup,” the God shrugs. “Now you can,” he adds, pressing his finger against my forehead.
2
A bright light blinds me, forcing me to close my eyes and when I open them again, a series of images materialize within the dancing flames. Hushed whispers bombard my head as I stare into the fire until finally, I see Dakota’s face take shape. My heart beats a mile a minute as I watch the vision expand to reveal my mate holding Dakota in her arms. Natalia appears to be speaking to someone, but I cannot make out who it is. As she speaks, our little boy rests his head on his mother’s shoulder and she gently combs her fingers through his hair.