The Silent Alpha

*** 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.

Ignore 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.

Christian didn’t bring any clothes for the little boy so I quickly handwash his underwear and wring it out as best I can before blow drying it with a hair dryer.

Searching the cabinets for any medicine and grabbing some ice and paper towels from the kitchen, I lay Kota on my lap and gently rub the ice wrapped in a towel on his welts.

He begins to cry in 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 and putting on his now clean underwear.

"You’re going to be okay," I murmur as I finish up, my wolf howling in pain when I feel something trickle down my inner thigh.

"I have to pee. Do you mind waiting in the kitchen for me?" I ask the little boy.

He walks away and I hover over the toilet for a moment, refusing to shed any tears as I feel the 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 I stay there for a few moments to grieve in silence.

wolf sobs to herself and it brings me comfort

bowl, all I see is a pool of blood, a

my soiled panties, I head back into the kitchen to find Kota standing by the table, too afraid to sit down.I find a cushion and help Kota into his seat so that his legs don’t hurt 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 long,

wounds, Kota is quite chatty, willing to talk about almost

happy?" I ask, Kota nodding

is a princess.She is the most beautifullest princess in the whole wide world.And Daddy is her prince like Aladdin! Do

boy, grateful to know that despite everything I did, Natalia

favorite,"

is your daddy?" Kota’s

"He’s a superhero!"

"Oh," I laugh.

what does he do that makes

fights bad guys and he loves my mommy and

they all your family?" I ask,

he says, tapping his thumb

mommy," he adds,

is that?" I ask,

called A-L-meno-S.Eggness is dead," he shrugs, my eyes widening in shock before he

he replies, tapping his thumb

begins to pout with sadness and his large eyes fill with

with his distress and I pull him into my lap, wrapping my arms around his back to hold him

you home to your

I whisper, "I promise."

the couch with

the cramps in my belly continue, the potential to have my own little Kota in my arms now

my cheeks as I realize I’ve been robbed of my

I never taken Christian from Natalia, perhaps Moon Goddess would have spared my mate and my

gentle.He refused to mate with me, wanting to do things differently, slowly, and when we were both free to love each other.I'll never know now what it feels like to have his skin pressed against mine, to have his lips worship my body, to have my soul

he did to me and Natalia, I snarl, my wolf’s cries

it kills

my revenge, Kota begins to stir and he suddenly sits up and stares at me for a moment.I remain

up into a smile and he points

your crown, Nanessa?" He asks, pointing to the top

he doesn’t seem to mind, placing his little hand on my

a dragon who needs you. I raise an eyebrow at the

"What pretty lady?"

curling up into a ball on

"Bye bye."

time to process what he said to me but I don’t dwell on it too long,

I pull out my phone and call the only person I know who might be willing to help Natalia get

***Natalia*** 

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

me again.Please! Answer the f*****g phone! Christian took Kota! He took our baby! For f***s sake, answer the phone!"I cry into the phone, Rionna tapping on my shoulder to calm me down as

likely in the field, sweetie.Soldiers don’t take their phones into the battlefield.They are a distraction or could get them caught if they’re on a

Silver Crest and bring back our little boy." I

she could only take us

to the tip

is located in the South near

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

the TSA agents,

his eyebrows raising when a familiar voice

"Vanessa?"

the phone on speaker for all of us

h-have you found

in over four years and just the sound of it makes my blood boil with anger.I

you have my

Vanessa replying with a

you hurt him, I will

minute,

for your mental

mutters, my lips pursing

fed him and changed him as best I could.He’s sleeping on my lap

ask, my heart sinking to the pit of

with

brought him in like this but I assume he hit him with

and legs are bruised and covered in welts.He can’t even sit properly without crying.I’ve put ice on them to bring down

pulling the phone away

facetime and pans the camera to her lap where I see Kota curled up beside her, his body naked except for a pair of underwear and the gauze wrapped around his legs.My eyes fill with tears at the horrible sight.I have never spanked Kota in his life, much less used

he

and I audibly gasp as I look at my sister for the first

than I remember, her cheeks hollow with bags clinging to her under

number of bruises still healing all over her face.She grows self-conscious about my silence and quickly wipes the

is out at the moment, but he’ll be back any minute," she says after clearing