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,

laugh a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

little white light appears in

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

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

decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching it

envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing

is large and spacious with a high

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

bridge connects the two

below the bridge, there is a

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

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

room, there are very few toys, only a small

the room, an air vent

of the room, which appears to be bolted

child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

his left eye is completely swollen shut,

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

him, there is a pile of sheets

be Zane’s memories,

door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

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

giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a

eyes like

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

timidly pokes the man’s arm who is

looks down at little Zane and

He asks, taking the card

Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he

I’m glad I don’t smell,”

I’m not

due any minute now,” the

sweetie, do you have a

out another card, this one darker

to the woman who reads it out

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,

she pauses, searching for the right

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

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

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

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

bursts open,

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

is a scar just

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are almost black with

me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at

for a meeting

a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

for him

at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

flared nostrils keeps his

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

and strikes Zane in the

her feet in an instant, screaming at

she snarls, shoving him

just showing you

did not look me in the eye!” Sebastian

real man looks another man in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

boy that will one day lead this

curling his finger at Zane to come

a weak

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

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

swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to let

father, my heart swelling with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he doesn’t deserve to

into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at

than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

I open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly

what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

was a prisoner

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