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.

something?” she asks, her eyes

for

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black abyss of

the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

with my thoughts, I decide to follow

as abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments

spacious with a

sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping

rope bridge connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest

opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I

the the left wall

room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting

no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his face

as he scribbles “My

pile of sheets

be Zane’s

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening

the door

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

Zane climbs out of his chair to

beautiful boy,” she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the

out of his mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on

man’s arm who is busy setting up

at little

for me kid?” He asks, taking the card

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his

glad I

I’m not a father

due any minute now,”

sweetie, do you have a card

smile falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another

woman

cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down

very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to let

is just….” she pauses,

loves you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe her own

okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier

bursts open, a tall

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and

is a scar just below his

is combed back and his eyes are almost

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

for a meeting

has a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

for him

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding

keeps his head down, his hand shaking

in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the man spits,

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane

on her feet in an

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him

was just showing you

did not look me

in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane

one

roars, curling his finger at Zane

behind a weak Alpha

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

them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his father any

swallowing back the sobs I know

faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

memory fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch

been unkind to a

Zane staring blankly at the

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

a prisoner in his own

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