The Silent Alpha

***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 snarls. 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 feel 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 from all of his overwhelming anger.

He deserves this pain, Jack whispers.He deserves to feel what I feel every day.

I 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.

I 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 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, I call unto Fire to purify 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 buries the dagger in my mother’s chest, blood spilling over the pyre.

I feel 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 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 ring 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.

my help," the four witches say in unison, their

not pass up an opportunity to help a creation of my

ask, the hairs on the back of

I’m hurt," the witches

here," the witches add, all

many names, Loki, Balor, Apophis,

as I struggle to keep track of all four witches as they circle me, their figures morphing to all look the same yet at the same

afraid?" the witches snicker at

to

shifts until I find myself staring

caress her cheek only to be slapped in the face by

touch a God, you

back in fear, God of Chaos suddenly bursting into laughter as I stare back in

wish to find your pup?" the God

guard up around the

"And my wife."

"Ex-wife,"

corrects me, Jack

one of the witches brings him a dagger while another hands

"Follow me," he instructs.

of my mate, I follow him into the circle where the pyre

balance. To take, you

much are you willing to give

"I thought-"

to this world for death is one of the bridges between the realms," the

others?" I ask, afraid to know

"None of your business!"

Natalia’s eyes

God of Chaos takes a deep breath to calm down and 4much are you willing to give to

Everything! Jack snarls.

everything! Chaos seems to know Jack's answer and

"Then let’s begin."

Natalia’s hair brush into the pyre and I watch it

grimace as he slices my palm with the dagger, letting my blood

and I bend over

Christian...

disappearing into oblivion.I suddenly feel very alone

depths

The God of Chaos puts his hand in the flame and from the fire, he extracts a blue

against the fire but becomes opaque once cooled

you must give," Chaos says smugly I shake my head hoping to hear my stupid wolf but he

did you

staring at the stone in his

to find your pup," the God

you can. A bright light blinds me, forcing me to close my eyes and when I open them again, a series of

my head as I stare into the fire until finally, I see Dakota's face take

a mile a minute as I watch the vision expand to reveal my

but I cannot make

our little boy rests his head on his mother’s shoulder and she gently combs her fingers through his

"River Moon..."

murmurs

"California..." whispers another.

louder, the sounds almost overwhelming and I cover my ears in frustration,

vision in the flames coming to an end and my pup and mate disappearing

compass," The God

guide you to

hand

contained within this small stone," the God of

give you a part of me.In exchange, I took a part