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.

Did you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening

and gesture for

***Natalia***

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

of a woman echoes from the light,

looking

to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

temporarily blinding

a high ceiling, the decor mimicking 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 the

rope bridge connects

below the bridge, there is a large bed

a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster

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

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

in the room, an air vent the

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

no child’s

This is a prison.

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

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

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s memories, I

jingle,

of the locks are undone, the door swings open,

kind eyes and warm smile resemble

as Zane climbs out

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

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

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

man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

looks down at little Zane and

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

nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he

I’m glad I don’t smell,”

not

wife is due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane

you have a card for your

but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no

the woman who

good now,” she says, her voice cracking

good boy, my love,” she sighs,

pauses, searching

loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that

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

dismisses Wyatt, the two

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

most of the talking, explaining to him the many

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

is a scar just below his

combed back and his eyes

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

a meeting

a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

him

for

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

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out

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

his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a

her feet in an instant, screaming

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he does

was just showing you

did not look me

man in the eye when he’s talking

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

that will one

finger

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take

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

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

swallowing back the sobs

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he doesn’t

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

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

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

him,

prisoner in his

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