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.

any clothes for the little boy so I quickly handwash his underwear and wring it out

any medicine and grabbing some ice and paper towels from the kitchen, lay Kota on my lap and

me to work. I find some ointment and rub it on his wounds before carefully wrapping his legs

okay,”I murmur as I finish up, my wolf howling in pain when I feel something trickle down my inner

life inside me slip away. I can‘t bring myself to look into the toilet bowl, unwilling to see the damage that monster did to me, but

in my pain. When I finally find the courage to look into the bowl, all I see is a pool of blood, a bitter rage filling my heart that my one shot at

the kitchen to find Kota standing by

that his legs don‘t hurt as much while he eats. He takes big mouthfuls, chewing happily and nodding in

wounds, Kota is quite chatty, willing to talk about

like? Is she happy?”| ask, Kota nodding between mouthfuls. “My mommy is a princess. She is the most beautifullest princess in the whole wide world.

Natalia is happy and loved. “It‘s my favorite,” I reply. “So who is your daddy?”

what does he do that makes him a

he loves my mommy and Egg–ness and

all your family?” I ask, Kota

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

that?” I

eyes widening in shock before

his forehead. He suddenly begins to pout with sadness and his large eyes fill with tears. “I miss Eggness, and Nonna and Mommy and Daddy.

him into my lap, wrapping my arms around

to your mommy,” I whisper, “I

up and carry Kota to the living room, curling up on the couch with him. In his exhausted state, Kota immediately falls asleep on my

my heart as the cramps in my belly continue, the potential to have my own little Kota

tears spill onto my cheeks as I realize I‘ve been robbed of my happiness by my own actions. Had I never taken Christian from Natalia,

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,

to have his lips worship my body, to

pay for what he did to me and Natalia, snarl, my

at me for a moment. 1 remain still, unsure what to make of his silent

my head. I don‘t know how to respond but he doesn‘t seem to mind,

eyebrow at the little

into a ball on my lap

to process what he said to me but I don‘t dwell on it too long, chalking up his words to his sleepiness. Instead, I pull out my phone and call the only person I

***Natalia***

anxiously as I call my mate for the 20th time with no luck, his voicemail

baby! For f***s sake, answer the phone!“ I cry into the phone, Rionna tapping on my

on a mission,” she explains. “Just

was kind enough to teleport us to Maine but she could only take us to a place she

until morning, so we would have the element of surprise to

we walk toward the TSA agents, Jordan‘s phone begins to

his eyebrows raising when a familiar voice answers on the other side.

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

the phone from Jordan and snarl into the phone. “Do you have my baby?” I growl, Vanessa replying with a small yes. “If you hurt

a hushed tone. “I don‘t have time for your mental breakdown right now!” Vanessa mutters, my lips pursing with disgust. “Kota is for the most part, fine.

to the pit of my stomach. “What‘s wrong with his

in like this but I

He can‘t even sit properly without crying. I‘ve put ice on them to bring down the swelling and wrapped his