The Silent Alpha

***Christian*** 

..A few hours earlier...

I haven’t slept at all since Chaos made me a living compass, the voices in my head whispering and muttering non-stop in Jack’s absence.

Their incessant murmuring has led me all the way to California and now as morning breaks over the horizon, I find myself driving out of San Rafael through a dense forest.

"Turn here! No, there! Take a left, you i***t!", The voices hiss.

They are driving me insane! 

"Your mind wandered before us!"

A voicesnaps.

"You ungrateful mutt!"

My phone rings beside me, the screen flashing with my father’s name.He hasn’t stopped calling me all night and this morning.

"You miss your mommy?" Avoice snickers.

"She wasa stupid b***h for having you!"

"Shut up!" I shout, nearly swerving into another lane in anger.

"Aww you're going to protect her now, after all you've done to her?’ Another sneers.

"Mommy killer!"

The other voices begin to chant in unison, "Mommy Killer! Mommy Killer! Mommy Killer!"

"Shut up..." I murmur, scratching at my head to make them stop.

"I said shut up!"

I pull over down a secluded road and step out to catch my breath, counting each exhale until the voices stop.

Get it together...

I scold myself.

You have a mission to accomplish.

My phone begins to ring again and I hang up, scrolling through the messages left by my father.

WHERE ARE YOU?? PICK UP YOUR PHONE! HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR MOTHER?? I CAN’T FEEL HER! CHRISTIAN!!! I feel sick as I read through his desperation but I close his messages and check my recent messages for any updates from Brody, the spy I sent to watch Jordan.

That’s odd, I mutter.He hasn't messaged me any new updates in over 12 hrs.

"Traitor! He’s a traitor!" the voices hiss.

"The Killer has a traitor!" They shriek with laughter.

"He's got a target on his back! Who else will betray him?"

I climb back into the car, hoping to outrun these voices, but they follow me wherever I turn.

By the time I make it to the City where this River Moon Pack is located, I’m almost on the verge of tears with frustration.

"The Mall! The Mall!" The voices whisper.

"The boy will be at the Mall.He wears the medallion! Wait by the fountain at noon! Go!"

I drive to the mall, rushing in towards the restroom to clean myself up and prepare my tools for my mission.

The witches had given me a sleeping potion and I spray it on a cloth and some candy before heading to the fountain.

The Mall is crowded and without my wolf, I cannot smell Natalia, much less our pup.

The voices urge me to stay put and despite my impatience, I wait as the hour ticks by until my phone strikes noon.

My palms begin to sweat and I feel butterflies of excitement flutter in my stomach.

After all these years, my family is finally going to be together.As I smooth down my shirt, the voices suddenly start up again.

"He’s here! He's here!"

They cry.I look up and spot a beautiful older woman holding a little boy’s hand in hers.

The child has his back to me but I can see he wears overalls and bright blue vans as he skips happily towards the washroom.

Rising to my feet, I linger over to a small shop near the washroom to get a better look and wait patiently for them to come out.

The voices fall silent when I see the little boy, my son, face to face for the first time.

His eyes are mesmerizing with their brown and blue irises, a thick pair of lashes casting a shadow on his cheeks.He has my pale skin and small lips but his nose is all Natalia’s.He’s perfect, I smile to myself, the little boy blinking up at the older woman.

the woman smiles as they step out of

black tile to

a wolf," the voices warn as

distance between us so that the woman does not notice my presence or

off to climb the tubes and slides while the woman

I nonchalantly step into the

chair but offers a polite smile in my direction

the time

no witnesses are standing by to interrupt me

hear me over the laughs and giggles of some children going

in my pup’s

turning back

snickering in my head as I reach into my

looks

"What-"

it, her body instinctively fighting against me.She manages to fight for only a few seconds before

children to notice the sleeping woman in my arms.I lay the woman down gently across the seats and cover her up with

around in a circle and watching the balls roll

my presence, my pup looks up at me and smiles

at him, the little

mister," he chirps, tossing some balls in the

"What are you doing?"

"I don’t know,"

of the balls sheepishly.I crouch down on my knees to be at his eye level and smile, "Well, do you

with excitement and he nods his head cheerfully, trotting over to the edge of the ball pit.I slip my hand into my pocket and

amazement, giggling innocently at the trick and

cries, jumping

another

empty air beside my ear

sighs

for

think I’m all out of

flicks his ears

your name?" I ask, the little

"I’m Chris."

says, swinging his

Kota?" I ask, waving a lollipop

cuz we’re friends

biting

share, right?" I ask,

giggles as he unwraps it before popping it in his

untainted candy and eat with him to make him

he’s had enough to go

play hide and seek?" I ask,

to shield

my fingers, I watch him tuck himself under the slides

the slides where

as he sleeps and I quickly pull down the front part of his overalls to

everything I need, I gently cradle him in

daughter as she climbs a rock wall chuckles as

find the funniest places to nap," he

bastard," the voices chuckle as I take my son out of the playcenter and

"Mommy Killer!"

"Shut up!"

hiss under my breath as I tuck

lay him flat on the

endangerment," the

"Father of the year."

Chaos,"

want my

ultimately begin to give me

so I keep a close eye on the sleeping pup through the rear view mirror.I drive up to

son, I carry him into the shed where I find an elderly woman sitting cross-legged in the middle of the

fast," the woman says in an

the snarl in my throat and pull the medallion over Dakota’s head to show the

mischievously upon seeing it and rises to her feet

about to reach it, I pull it away and

your

begin to shriek in anger, their loud shouts overwhelming my

of my vulnerability, the woman takes the medallion from my hand with a cruel

the Master of Juegos," the God within

feel my patience wearing thin but I hold my

to himself,

have your

the blue stone

I

and call to

"That’s it."