Chapter 82
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 nothingpared 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 ms 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,dy,” the little boy says as he wipes my tears with his small hands. “It‘s gonna be okay,
okay? My mommy ising. 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,dy?”
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 t torti 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 thickshes
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, slowlying 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 te 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 hups 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 cabs for any medicine and grabbing some ice and paper towels from the kitchen,y
Kota on myp 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.
My little wolf sobs to herself and it brings mefort to know I am not alone 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 happiness is now quite literally down the toilet.
Changing my clothes and throwing out 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, so it‘s nice to share them with a little friend.
Despite his wounds, Kota is quite chatty, willing to talk about almost anything if I asked.
“What‘s your mommy 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. And Daddy is her prince like
ddin! Do you like ddin?” He asks.
Ismile at the little boy, grateful to know that despite everything I did, Natalia is happy and loved. “It‘s my
favorite,” I reply. “So who is your daddy?” Kota‘s eyes light up with admiration. “He‘s a superhero!”
“Oh,“iugh. “And what does he do that makes him a superhero?”
“My daddy is a wolf and he fights bad guys and he loves my mommy and Egg–ness and Nonna and
me!” He cries excitedly.
“Are they all your family?” I ask, Kota nodding proudly.
“Zane is my daddy,” he says, tapping his thumb to his forehead. “And then there‘s my mommy,” he
adds, tapping his thumb to his chin.
“What is that?” I ask, mimicking his tapping.
“Oh, it‘s called A–L–meno–S. Eggness is dead,” he shrugs, my eyes widening in shock before he
continues. “She talks with her hands.
Daddy taught me,” he replies, tapping his thumb again on his forehead. He suddenly begins to pout
with sadness and hisrge eyes fill with tears. “I miss Eggness, and Nonna and Mommy and Daddy.
Can I go home now?”
My heart breaks with his distress and I pull him into myp, wrapping my arms around his back to hold
him tightly.
“I‘m gonna get you home to your mommy,” I whisper, “I promise.”
Still holding him, I get up and carry Kota to the living room, curling up on the couch with him. In his
exhausted state, Kota immediately falls asleep on myp as Ib his hair with my fingers.
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A bitter hatred fills my heart as the cramps in my belly continue, the potential to have my own little Kota
in my arms now gone.
Angry 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, perhaps Moon Goddess would have spared my mate and my pup.
The thought of Derek fills me with numbness, and my 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, 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 tied to his. I‘ll never know… and that angers me.
Tam going to make Christian pay for what he did to me and Natalia, snarl, my wolf‘s cries turning
to violent growls of agreement. Even if it kills me.
As I plot my revenge, Kota begins to stir and he suddenly sits up and stares at me for a moment. 1
remain still, unsure what to make of his silent gaze. His lips suddenly turn up into a smile and he points
at my head.
“Where is your crown, Nanessa?” He asks, pointing to the top of my head. I don‘t know how to respond
but he doesn‘t seem to mind, cing his little hand on my belly. “Don‘t be sad. The prettydy says
there’s a dragon who needs you.”
i Traise an eyebrow at the little boy. “What prettydy?”
“I‘m tired,” the little boy yawns, curling up into a ball on myp again. “Bye bye.”
He‘s lightly snoring before I even have time 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
know who might be willing to help Natalia get her pup back.
***Natalia***
Come on, Zane, pick up the phone! I snap anxiously as I call my mate for the 20th time with no luck, his
voicemail box quickly filling up with my messages of desperation.
“Zane, it‘s 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 we
enter the airport.
“He‘s 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 mission,” she exins. “Just rx. He‘ll call as soon
as he can. Let‘s just get to Silver Crest and bring back our little boy.”
Inod, forcing back my tears and making sure I have everything I need to travel. Celina was kind enough
to teleport us to Maine but she could only take us to a ce she has traveled to herself. As a kid, she
had gone to the tip of the state for her first shift. Unfortunately, Silver Crest is located in the South near
the shoreline.
Christian did not expect us until morning, so we would have the element of surprise to give us the
advantage.
As we walk toward the TSA agents, Jordan‘s phone begins to ring.
“Hello?” He asks, his eyebrows raising when a familiar voice answers on the other side. “Vanessa?” He
puts the phone on speaker for all of us to hear.
“Jordan, h–have you found Natalia?” She whispers into the phone. I haven‘t heard my sister‘s voice in
over four years and just the sound of it makes my blood boil with anger.
I snatch 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 him, I will hunt you down and”
“Just shut up and listen for a minute, please!” she warns in 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. I fed him and changed him as best I could. He‘s sleeping on myp now and I‘ve done everything I
can on his legs–“
“His legs?” I ask, my heart sinking to the pit of my stomach. “What‘s wrong with his legs?”
“I don‘t know. Christian brought him in like this but I assume he hit him with a belt,” Vanessa exins.
“His butt 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 the swelling and wrapped his legs in some ointments I found in the
bathroom.” : “Can I see?” I plead, pulling the phone away from my ear to look at the screen.
Vanessa switches to facetime and pans the camera to herp 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 a belt for discipline.
“He’s going to be okay. With any luck, he won‘t remember,” Vanessa says with an awkwardugh.
She flips the camera to herself and I audibly gasp as I look at my sister for the first time in years.
Vanessa is much thinner than I remember, her cheeks hollow with bags clinging to her under her eyes.
There is dried blood on her nose and lips and there are a number of bruises still healing all over her
face.
She grows self–conscious about my silence and quickly wipes the blood on her lips and lets her hair
fall over her face to hide the bruises.
“C–Christian is out at the moment, but he‘ll be back any minute,” she says after clearing her throat.“
We don‘t have a lot of time to figure things out.”
“Wait… You‘re going to help me?” I ask, growing suspicious that this may all be a trap set up by
Christian. “How do I even know I can trust you?”
“Because right now I‘m your only hope!” Vanessa snaps, tears spilling onto her cheeks. “Christian
wants you and Kota to be his family again. He always has.” Her voice suddenly grows small and there‘s
a tremor in her lip as she talks.
“I never meant anything to him,” she says quietly. “And I never will. I know it doesn‘t matter to you much
now, but I am sorry.” she whispers. “I am very sorry. I–”
She suddenly gasps and shoves the phone between the sofa cushions, the screen turning ck but
the sound barely audible.
“Y–you‘re back,” Vanessa stutters, fear hanging in every word.
Thold my breath as I strain to hear the heavy footsteps stomping towards Vanessa, silently counting
each one as they approach.
“I fed him and put him to bed like you told me to,” Vanessa whimpers. “Just let him sleep. He‘s scared.
“And the baby?” Christian asks. All hear is a whimper and augh of satisfaction.
“Good, Christian replies. “I have the divorce papers for you to sign. I want them signed and I want you
gone by morning,”
“But what about Kota?” Vanessa asks. “He‘s alone and scared. You can‘t leave him here.” “I‘m not,”
Christian replies. “My matees home in the morning. She‘ll take care of him from now on,”
“1-1 see,” Vanessa says quietly. “Well, just give me the papers now. I can sign them.” “You‘re not going
to beg for me to give you a second chance?” he asks cynically. “Why beg?” Vanessaughs dryly. “You
already took everything from me.”
“Aww, poor little Nessa,” Christianughs. “All alone in the world. No sister, No mate. No baby. How
tragic. Perhaps now you know what I felt when you took Natalia from me,” he sneers. “Sign those
papers and give me the kid.”
“No Jack, he‘s sleeping.” Vanessa refuses, the panic obvious in her voice.
“Did I ask?” Jack snarls.
There‘s a long pause and for a moment, I fear the call may have cut off.
“I just thought you might prefer someone else take care of him until his mother gets here. That way he
won‘t bother you and he can just rest until his legs heal,” Vanessa suggests. “He‘ll be cranky when he
wakes up. Kids are always cranky when you wake them from a nap. I can watch him and leave at
daybreak.
Jack mutters inaudibly and grunts his approval. “Can you bring him some clothes?” Vanessa asks. “He
only has his underwear.” “Anything else?” Jack grunts in annoyance. “Some nkets for him to sleep
morefortably. It gets cold here at night,” Vanessa adds.
The sound of footsteps echo in the background of the phone call and I hear Vanessa count to herself
quietly before finally letting out a big breath. There is more shuffling before Vanessa‘s facees into
view.
“Kota and I will be at the old cabin,” Vanessa exins in hushed tones. “Please hurry. Jack‘s in control
and I don‘t think I‘ll be able to hold him off for long.”
“Nessa, what did he mean about a baby?” I ask, a look of sorrow washing over Vanessa‘s eyes.
“Please hurry,” she whispers before hanging up the phone.
A/N: Thank you everyone for your patience. I have finally returned home from my trip and you can
expect updates to resume as normal. I estimate we have less than 10 chapters left in the story.