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.

hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning

laugh a little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

little white

the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and I

looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

I decide to follow the voice towards the

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

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left

connects the two

is a large bed with

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

the left wall and hundreds of books and index

very few toys, only a

no windows in the room, an air vent the

of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more

left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the same

Zane’s memories, I

door begin to jingle,

several of the locks are undone, the door

warm smile resemble Zane’s

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

into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

like the ocean, and he is fit but not

the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on

man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

looks down at

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

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

glad I don’t smell,”

I’m not a

any minute now,” the woman laughs,

have

fishes out another card, this one darker and with no

it to the woman who reads it out

she says, her voice cracking a little

good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard

she pauses, searching for the

his own way.” see in

you and I have our lunch, okay?”

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

careful

the many

bursts open,

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

a scar just below

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

called me in

due for a meeting in

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

made for him on his

mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently

addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining

the face, Zane falling over on the ground

feet in an instant, screaming

she snarls, shoving him though he

was just showing you

did not look me

another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

boy that will one

finger at Zane

behind a weak Alpha to take my

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split

them back with all of his might

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

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

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

I open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the

what to say to help comfort him,

a prisoner in his

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