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

gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white light appears

woman echoes from the light,

looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the

abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing

a high ceiling, the

a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around

rope bridge connects the

there is a large bed

the opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a 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

few toys, only a small stuffed gray

there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and

which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling on

no child’s

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets

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

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

pile of sheets

Zane’s memories, I

jingle, the little

several of the locks are undone, the

warm smile resemble

as Zane climbs out of his

into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

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

man’s arm who is busy setting up the food on the

down at little

asks, taking the card and reading

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

I’m glad I don’t

I’m not a

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

sweetie, do you have a

and fishes out

it to the woman who reads it

now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls

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

she pauses, searching

you very much.Just in his own way.”

our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile,

the two of them enjoying their

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

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

bursts open, a tall man

4, his bulging muscles and

is a scar just below his

is combed back and his eyes are almost

to explain why you called me in here,

for a

son has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

made for him on his

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly

him with flared nostrils keeps his head

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

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane

feet in an instant, screaming

snarls, shoving him

was just showing you his

did not look me in the

man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to his

will one day lead this pack,

finger

leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

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

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

sobs I know he wants to let

tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

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

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

open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the

even know what to say to help comfort him,

a prisoner

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