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,

a little and gesture for

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness

with my thoughts, I decide to follow

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

room is large and spacious with 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

connects

there is a large

what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a

the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

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

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

bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

that his left eye is completely swollen

crying, furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles

there is a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s

locks on the door begin to jingle, the

of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a

resemble Zane’s whenever

be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet

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

piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on

is busy setting up the food on the

down at little Zane and

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

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

I

not a

any minute now,” the

do you have a

nods anyway and fishes out another

it to the woman

to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before

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

is just….” she pauses,

very much.Just in his own way.”

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

Wyatt, the two of

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

the many birds she saw on her run earlier

bursts open, a

muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

is a scar

combed back and his eyes

me in

due for a

has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by

you made for him on his special

looks at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down,

the eye when addressing me, boy,” the man

Zane in the face, Zane falling

her feet in an

shoving

just showing you

not look me in the eye!” Sebastian

another man in the eye when he’s talking

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to his

one day lead this

his finger at Zane

behind a weak Alpha

high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out

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

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

his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

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

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

find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

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

prisoner in

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