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.

she asks, her eyes opening and

gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

a little white

woman echoes from the light, singing a

from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the

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

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the

sitting on the tree on the

connects

there is a large bed with forest covers

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

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

a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed

an air vent

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

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

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

with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a

there is a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s

to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

the locks are undone, the

smile resemble

be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of

him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in

like the ocean, and he is fit but

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

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up

man looks down at

for me kid?” He asks, taking the card and

not mean.I like you.” he says, his

glad I don’t smell,” he

I’m not

minute now,”

you have a card for your

slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another

to the woman who reads it

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

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

pauses, searching for the

own way.” see

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

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

as he eats, careful not to

the many birds she saw on her run earlier that

open, a tall

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

scar just below

back and his eyes are almost black

to explain why you called me in

for a meeting

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

for him

mother, climbing

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking

will look me in the eye when addressing me,

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

her feet in an instant, screaming

snarls, shoving him though he does

showing you his

did not look me in the eye!” Sebastian

man looks another man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to his

one day lead

roars, curling his finger at Zane

not leave behind a weak Alpha to take

high, his

to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his

sobs I know he

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

words, then he doesn’t

the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart

unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at

say to help comfort him, my mind

prisoner in

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