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, her eyes opening and

and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the

light, singing

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

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

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

is large and spacious with a high

structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on

rope bridge connects

is a

opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh

the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

child’s

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t

find that his left eye is

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s

begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening

undone, the door swings open,

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

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

as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

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

arm who is busy setting up the food on the

man looks down at

asks, taking the card and

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

I’m glad I don’t

not a father

is due any minute now,” the

do you have a card

slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

woman who reads it

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

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

she pauses, searching for the

loves you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?” she

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

careful not to chew loudly or

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

bursts open, a tall man

muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

is a scar just below his

and his eyes are almost

in here,

due for a meeting

gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who is

“Go on, Zane,”

him

for him on

climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head

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

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

in an instant,

snarls, shoving him though he does

was just showing you his

look me in the

in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to his

that will one day lead

his finger at Zane to

behind a weak Alpha to take my

holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he

with all

sobs I know

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he

all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

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

I find Zane staring blankly at the

to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

was a prisoner in

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