The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Natalia*** Four Years Ago…. 

Up until this morning, my life had been quite simple. I was the Alpha’s human mate. I was his Luna. I was his wife. And then, in a blink of an eye, I was nothing…

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A surge of pain ripples from my abdomen as I wait for the doctor to return with my test results. I’ve been getting these pains a lot recently and they are starting to freak me out. Doctor Lila said it was all in my head, that I was simply putting too much pressure on myself to get pregnant.

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

I grip the edge of the table, whimpering to myself as I let the pain roll through on its own. The walls feel as though they are closing in on me at the thought of receiving another negative test result. Christian and I had been trying for several months now and I could feel it driving a wedge between us. He was colder, distant. I knew how much he wanted a son and it hurt to know I was failing so miserably to make him happy.

The door swings open and I nearly fall off the table from the fright of the sound. Doctor Lila offers me a warm smile, rubbing some hand sanitizer on her hands as she settles down on her chair. I could hear my heart pounding against my ribcage at an unnatural speed as I wait for her to speak.

“Just breathe, Luna,” she smiles, inhaling slowly with me and reaching for my hands.

My hands were trembling but I manage to calm down. Doctor Lila’s smile deepens.

“Congratulations, Luna,” she says, placing her hand on my tummy. “You’re carrying our little Alpha in there.”

My heart skips a beat as I process the news.

I’m pregnant! Oh my gosh, I’m pregnant!

“H-how far along?” I whisper, barely able to string together a sentence from holding back the sob in my throat.

“Well, let’s find out, shall we?” she smiles, pulling the ultrasound machine out and squirting cold gel on my belly.

Butterflies dance in my stomach as I stare at the screen, unable to read the images but hoping somewhere in that black and white mess my little Alpha would show up.

“Well, I’d say from the looks of it, about four weeks, which means we have to start your prep immediately, Luna,” she says sternly, handing me some documents. “A werewolf pregnancy is very dangerous for a human. We’ll have to take extra precautions.”

She wipes the gel off my stomach and gives me a crash course on what to expect and prescribes me a full regime of prenatal care.

I rub my belly the entire ride home, still on cloud nine from the news. I couldn’t wait to tell Christian. He was going to be so happy about this. As I pull up to the pack house, the pain once again returns and I sit still in the car for a minute to let it pass, clenching my teeth together to keep from screaming.

Slowly, I drag myself out of the car and through the front door of the house. I’m usually met with several omegas eager to take my things, but the house was eerily quiet and empty. I don’t have time to question it when a burning sensation spreads across my chest, making every breath I take unbearable. I couldn’t scream even if I wanted to, my lungs on fire.

I climb up the stairs to the second floor, looking forward to lying down and resting. My every step is more difficult than the last as the pain intensifies, a thousand tiny needles piercing through my stomach. From where I stood at the top of the stairs, I could see the door to my room slightly cracked open, a strange muffled sound coming from within.

As I inch closer, an unmistakable scene unfolds before me, my blood boiling at the sight.

Peeking through the door, I see my sister, Vanessa, riding my husband, a look of sheer delight on the contorted features of her face.

moans, eagerly bouncing up

bare breasts in his hand as

“I’ll give

eyes as I watch him flip her over, forcing her up on her knees so that her ass was on full

Christian’s reply. “Give. Me. A. Pup.” he pants between thrusts, Vanessa’s moans growing

reaches a crescendo as I watch him empty his seed inside her and I

you my

grotesque encounter and slowly back away from the room and tiptoe down the stairs, their climax ringing in my ears. I nearly sprint out of the house, still clutching my pregnancy test in my hands as I climb into my car.

more sense now. All the pain, all the anguish I felt… was because Christian was betraying our bond, our love. Everyone, my mate, my gamma, the doctor, the other she-wolves and the omegas, all of them had told me it was all in my

it from me, to mock me for being so absolutely clueless. I

Vanessa to our pack after I mated with Christian. She had known Christian before I had and it was she who introduced us to each other. Christians had no objections to her joining the pack and with our parents gone, I wanted to keep her close. She was the only family

After today, we were

miles through the forest, feeling the pain start all over again. At some point, a horrid sensation burns across my body and I pull over, stumbling out of the car to empty the contents of my stomach. I was truly a pitiful sight and I was suddenly grateful Jordan, my gamma, was busy leading a training session today. I needed to be alone and I knew if he

and pregnant, I climb back into my

the calm to Christian’s anger. I was the mother everyone

scold myself, tapping my steering wheel. “No

of my pregnancy test I had tossed in the passenger seat. I look down at my flat stomach and realize no one beside Doctor

not, I would never tolerate infidelity. Ever. But I knew Christian would never let me go if he

I scour the web for fertility tests, recreating my own version with which to trick Christian. If he thought I could not give him a child, he would easily seek to break our bond and that’s

or (2) Get the approval of the pack elders and hold a rejection ceremony.

leave evidence behind. I knew Doctor Lila

rushing to take my things. It takes everything in me not to scream at them for betraying me but instead I force

chattering away amongst themselves as the omegas scramble to serve their meal. Lost in conversation, they don’t even notice my arrival

it was

greet me. I offer a small smile, tucking away my disgust

a look of concern swimming

okay?” He whispers as I sit down in my

was concerned about. He didn’t actually care about my well being. In fact, he probably knew of Christian’s betrayal and while he had sworn to

I smile innocently at him, waving him away so he can take his

he’s not convinced, but I didn’t care and focus

reaches for my hand to kiss it. I flinch at his

c*****g his head to the side in mild

I smile, picking

plate. “Goddess Nat, you’re always complaining. How many times do we have to tell you, it’s all in your head? Take some aspirin and quit

found comforting people to be a pointless task. I twirl my fork in my hands and force a smile at him, hiding the sadness in

mutter, continuing to pick at my

on my plate and force