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.

you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

for her to close

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white

of a woman echoes from the light, singing

that voice coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice

blinding me for a

and spacious with a

on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide

rope bridge connects

a

equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

few toys, only

in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation

to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling on

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

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

he scribbles

there is a pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s

jingle, the

after several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman

into her arms, Zane resting his head on

like the ocean, and he is

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out

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

looks down at little Zane and

taking the card and reading the words

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not

glad I don’t smell,”

I’m not a

is due any minute now,” the woman

sweetie, do you have a card for

out another card, this one

hands it to the woman who

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

are already a very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to

pauses, searching for

you very much.Just in his own way.”

okay?” she forces

Wyatt, the two

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to

him the many

bursts open, a tall man

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

is a scar just

and his

in

for a meeting in 15

gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

for him on

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

when addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground

feet in an instant, screaming

snarls, shoving him though he does not

showing you his

look me in

another man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

that will one

finger at Zane to

will not leave behind a weak Alpha

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering

strong, holding them back with all

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

alone in the pitch

to a man who has grown up feeling unloved

blankly at the

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

prisoner in his

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