The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Chapter 28

Zane***

“You can use my phone if that helps,”

Talia suggests, pulling out her phone from her pocket and unlocking it for me.

Beads of sweat gather at my temple as I stare blankly at the Notepad app.

She’s not asking for much, Grayson mutters.

Did you miss the part where she’s been married to a perfect Alpha? I snap at him.

What do you think will go through her head when she realizes she’s mated to a freak? You are being dramatic, Grayson groans.

He wasn’t THAT perfect.

He cheated on her! WITH HER SISTER! That’s not the point! The point is my own father refused to recognize meas his son! \retort.

When Talia realizes how truly worthless I am, she’ll reject me like everyone else has.

Do you not trust our mate will treat us fairly? Grayson asks.

I look up at my mate, her smile faltering with my everlasting silence.

She deserves the truth…

Grayson sighs.

And so do we.

We won’t know how she truly feels about us if all we show her is a lie.

But…Anything.

The phone trembles in my hand, my fingers unwilling to type out a message.

Minutes crawl by before Talia finally loses her patience.

“Okay, I think this date is over,”

Talia laughs dryly, my heart sinking as a few tears cling to her eyes.

She wipes at them angrily and starts to get up, disappointed by my lack of response.

“I honestly don’t even know what I was expecting,” she mutters, shaking her head at herself.

“This was such a f*****g mistake and I can’t even be mad at you because I did this to myself,” she huffs, rolling her eyes.

“I should have just kept my mouth shut.”

She presses the palms of her hands against her eyes to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

“Please take me home,” she whimpers.

“I don’t want to be here anymore.”

My mind goes into a panic when I hear the hurt in her voice.I open my mouth to explain but it feels as though the wind has been knocked out of me and all that comes out is a gasp.

Come on! I snap at myself.

Say something! But the harder I try to utter a word, the drier my mouth feels and the heavier my tongue becomes.

All the memories of my father screaming at me to speak come flooding back and the words get caught in my throat, unable to escape.

She deserves the truth, I remind myself, taking a few deep breaths and rising to my feet shoulders and turn her towards me, embracing her in my arms.

I try to hold her to my chest but Talia only shakes her head in anger at me.

“No,” she cries.

“You don’t get to just hug this all away.I told you my story.I shared my pain with you,” she hiccups.

“Why can’t you do the same for me?”

Knowing she is right, I urge her to sit back down, patting the space beside me as my eyes plead with her to sit.

Reluctantly, she settles down, hugging her knees to her chest.

Her brown eyes watch me carefully, scrutinizing my every move.

I pull the phone from my pocket and after she unlocks it, I type out my plan.

“I can’t tell you my story, but I can show you,” She reads aloud.

“Close your eyes.”

She gives me a confused look but I just smile and place my hand over my own eyes to show her what I need from her.

Very hesitantly, she places both hands over her eyes, sighing deeply in annoyance.

Taking a deep breath, I close my own eyes and concentrate, letting down my walls and accepting the river of thoughts coming from my mate.

“This is silly,” her voice echoes in my head.

“Shhh,”

I whisper, Talia suddenly jumping up and looking around frantically.

that? Did you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening

little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light

from the light, singing

wonder, looking around the

to follow the voice

surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for

a high ceiling, the decor

the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree on

bridge connects

a large

small kitchenette equipped with

two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and

be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on the

are no windows in the room, an air vent

room, which appears to be

child’s

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen

he scribbles “My name is

a pile of sheets

Zane’s memories,

to jingle, the little boy

undone, the door swings open,

smile resemble Zane’s whenever

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of

she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food on

looks down at

the card and reading the words

very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his face

glad I

not a father

is due any minute now,” the woman

you have a

slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture on

it to the woman who reads

Day, Dad.I promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she

she sighs,

pauses, searching

his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe her own

and I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little

the two of them

eats, careful not to

the many birds she saw on her run earlier

bursts open, a tall man storming

6ft 4, his bulging muscles

is a scar just below his

and

to explain why you called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at

due for a

son has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look

“Go on, Zane,”

him

what you made for him on his special

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out the

look me in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the

the

feet in an instant, screaming at

shoving him though he does not

was just showing

look me in the

in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

boy that will one day lead

finger at Zane

not leave behind a weak Alpha

out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering

little Zane remains strong, holding them back with

sobs I know

cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me

in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his

even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the

was a prisoner in his

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