The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Read The Silent Alpha by Stephanie Light Chapter 82 – Pups

***Trigger Warning: this chapter depicts a miscarriage***

***Vanessa***

It feels as though my soul has shattered into small insignificant little pieces scattered across the  cabin floor. Blood trickles from my bruised nose and lips and my stomach feels as though it is being torn apart, but the numbness in my heart drowns out the pain. Jack does not allow me to say goodbye to my mate, dragging his body away to dispose of it despite my pleas.

“Stay here and watch the kid, ” Jack snarls as he moves to close the door. “And don‘t even think about leaving. A beating is nothing compared to what I‘ll do to you if you disobey me.”

I blink at him, time slowing down as I struggle to register what he says. Jack slams the door shut, a silent sob escaping my throat when I feel pain rip through my belly. Beside me, the mysterious little boy Jack brought seems distraught but upon seeing the tears rolling down my cheeks, he stops his crying to  soothe me.

“Don‘t cry, lady,” the little boy says as he wipes my tears with his small hands. “It‘s gonna be okay, okay? My mommy is coming. She promised!”

My wolf whines and whimpers at the loss of her mate but the little boy‘s soft voice helps her calm  down.

He points to the blood on my chin “Uh-oh! You have red water on your chin!” He cries, lifting his shirt over his head and wiping it away for me. “Does it hurt, lady?”

I fight the urge to burst into tears at his kindness and shake my head at him.

“Thank you,” I say with a sheepish smile and kiss his hand. “I–I‘m Vanessa. What is… what is your name?” I ask with a forced smile, resting my hand on my belly when I feel a severe cramp ripple down my  abdomen.

The little boy seems hesitant to reply but he reluctantly answers, “Kota,” with his thumb in his  mouth.

“That‘s a lovely name,” I murmur, the little boy grinning from ear to ear. “Are you hungry, Kota?” I ask, Kota nodding his head.

He helps me to my feet, pulling me with all his little might and I take him into the kitchen where I was preparing pupusas (Salvadoran dish) before Christian showed up.

Kota stands on a stool to watch me roll a ball of masa (dough) in my hands and then stuff it with a meat and cheese paste I had already prepared. I then dip my fingers in olive oil and press the dough and paste into a flat tortilla shape and begin to cook it on a pan.

“Do you know what pupusas are?” I ask the little boy and he nods gingerly at me. “Mmmhmm,” he says. “My mommy makes them all the time.”

“What‘s your mommy‘s name?” I ask and he shrugs innocently at me.

“Her name is mommy,” he replies. “But sometimes, daddy calls her Ta–Talia.”

My smile widens as I realize I‘m speaking to my own nephew and I study his features to memorize them.

His nose is just like Talia‘s and mine, narrow and a little lifted towards the tip. He has thick lashes shading blue and brown eyes and his toothy grin reminds me a lot of my little sister.

“You have your mommy‘s nose,” I tell him, and he smiles happily.

Tignore the pain in my abdomen, slowly coming to terms with what is happening to my body and focusing on saving Natalia‘s pup from Jack.

Flipping Kota‘s pupusa, I serve it to him on a plate when it‘s ready. I notice the welts on the backs of his bare thighs and he winces with every step as he walks to the table. Tears spring to his eyes when he tries to sit down.

“It hurts,” he hiccups as he gently taps his butt.

“Come on,” I say, leading him to the bathroom so I can inspect his wounds more carefully.

I instruct him to turn around and slowly pull down his underwear and gasp when I see that his cheeks are bruised and swollen in belt–shaped welts. To my relief, there is no broken skin or blood but it seems his underwear is soiled.

little boy so I quickly handwash his underwear and wring it out as

paper towels from the kitchen, lay Kota on my lap and gently rub the ice wrapped in a

pain but I squeeze his little hand to let him know he‘s not alone and he calms down enough for me to work. I find some ointment and rub it on his wounds before carefully wrapping his legs with some gauze and bandages

feel something trickle down my inner thigh. “I have to pee. Do you mind

away. I can‘t bring myself to look into

I finally find the courage to look into the

into the kitchen to find

as much while he eats. He takes big mouthfuls, chewing happily and nodding in approval of my cooking. I haven‘t made pupusas in so

quite chatty, willing

mouthfuls. “My mommy is a princess. She is the most beautifullest princess

little boy, grateful to know that despite everything I did, Natalia is happy and loved. “It‘s

does he

daddy is a wolf and he fights bad guys and he loves my mommy and Egg–ness and Nonna and me!” He cries

family?” I ask, Kota

thumb to his forehead. “And then there‘s my mommy,”

that?” I

dead,” he shrugs, my eyes widening in shock before he continues. “She talks with

he replies, tapping his thumb again on his forehead. He suddenly begins to pout with sadness and his large eyes fill

him into my lap, wrapping my arms around

to your mommy,” I whisper, “I

the living room, curling up on the couch with him. In his exhausted state, Kota immediately falls asleep on my lap as I comb his

fills my heart as the cramps in my belly continue, the

realize I‘ve been robbed of my happiness by my own actions. Had I never taken Christian from Natalia, perhaps Moon Goddess would have spared my mate

with numbness, and my wolf begins to howl a song of loneliness and misery. We hadn‘t been mates very long but I know he would have been gentle. He refused to mate with me, wanting to do things differently, slowly, and when we were both free

pressed against mine, to have his lips worship my body, to have my soul tied to his. I‘ll never know… and that angers

Christian pay for what he did to me and Natalia, snarl, my wolf‘s cries

and stares at me for a moment. 1 remain still, unsure what to make of his silent gaze. His lips suddenly

Nanessa?” He asks, pointing to the top of my head. I don‘t know how to respond but he doesn‘t seem to mind, placing his little hand on my belly. “Don‘t be sad.

the little

yawns, curling up into a ball on my lap

to me but I don‘t dwell on it too long, chalking up his words to his sleepiness. Instead, I pull out my

***Natalia***

pick up the phone! I snap anxiously as I call my mate for the 20th time with no luck, his voicemail

our baby! For f***s sake, answer the phone!“ I cry into the

or could get them caught if they‘re on a mission,” she explains. “Just relax. He‘ll call as soon as he can. Let‘s

to travel. Celina was kind enough to teleport us to Maine but she could only take us to a place she has traveled to herself. As a kid, she had gone

would have the element of surprise to give us the

the TSA agents,

his eyebrows raising when a familiar voice answers on the other side. “Vanessa?” He

She whispers into the phone. I haven‘t heard my sister‘s voice in over four years and just the sound

the phone. “Do you have my baby?” I growl,

breakdown right now!” Vanessa mutters, my lips pursing with disgust. “Kota is for the

I ask, my heart sinking to the pit of my stomach.

in like this but I assume he hit him with a belt,”

covered in welts. He can‘t even sit properly without crying. I‘ve put ice on them to bring down the swelling and wrapped his legs in some ointments I found in the bathroom.” : “Can I see?” I plead, pulling the phone away from my ear to