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 opening and

a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white light appears in the

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing

alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching it

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

with a

tree-like structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree on

bridge connects the

there is a large bed with forest covers

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

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

my surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of

bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be

child’s

This is a prison.

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

horror, find that his left eye is completely

furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again

pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s memories,

to jingle, the little boy stiffening

are undone, the door

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

Zane climbs out of his chair to

she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on the

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up

man looks down at little

me kid?” He asks, taking the card and reading the words

not

I don’t smell,”

I’m not

due any minute now,” the woman

you have a card

anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with

woman who reads

to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as

already a very good boy, my love,” she sighs,

just….” she pauses, searching for the right

very much.Just in his own way.”

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

as he eats, careful not to chew

does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw

bursts open, a

4, his bulging muscles and broad

is a scar

and

explain why you called me in here,

for a

gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

what you made for

climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out

over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his

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

Zane in the face, Zane falling

feet in an instant, screaming at

animal!” she snarls, shoving

was just showing

not look me in the

looks another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

one day

finger

leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

once again approaches his father.He holds his head high,

holding them back with all

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he

his shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what

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

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

help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the

prisoner

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