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

laugh a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

little white

voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

looking around the emptiness

with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the

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

rope bridge connects the two

bridge, there is a large bed

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge,

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

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

my surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent

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

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

eye is completely swollen shut,

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

pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle, the little boy

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

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

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

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

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

the desk, pulling out a small card

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

man looks down at little Zane

asks, taking the card and reading the words out

nice and you’re not mean.I like you.”

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

not a father

now,” the

you have

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

it to the woman who

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

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

pauses, searching

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe

lunch, okay?” she forces a smile,

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

quiet as he eats, careful not

explaining to him the many birds she

open, a

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

a scar

dark hair is combed back and his

why you called me in

due for a meeting in

son has a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

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

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

made for him

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the

him with flared nostrils keeps his head

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

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on

is on her feet in

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he

showing

look me in

another man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

will one day lead

finger

leave behind a weak Alpha to take

his head high, his

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

back the sobs I know he wants to let

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-”

then he doesn’t deserve to

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

realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

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

a prisoner in his own

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