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 and scanning

laugh a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little

of a woman echoes from the light, singing

looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

sitting on the

bridge connects the two

is a large bed with forest covers and

of the room there is what appears to 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 stored on countless

this appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few

air vent the only

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

child’s room,

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

find that his left eye is completely swollen

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

him, there is a pile

must be Zane’s memories,

door begin to jingle, the little

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

resemble Zane’s whenever

Zane climbs out of his

him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her

piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but not

out of his mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling

who is busy setting

at little

kid?” He asks, taking the card

and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his face softening a

I don’t smell,” he

not a

any minute now,” the

have a card for

smile falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out

it to the woman who

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

she sighs,

pauses, searching for

his own way.” see in her eyes

lunch, okay?” she

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

to him the many birds she saw on her

bursts open, a tall

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

is a scar

is combed back and his eyes are almost

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

due for a meeting in

a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

for him on his

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head

will look me in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane

strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on

feet in

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he

just showing you his

me in the eye!” Sebastian

looks another man in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

will one

his finger

leave behind a

father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card

cling to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his

the sobs I know he wants

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

leaving me all alone in the pitch black with

memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who

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

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

prisoner in

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