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.

something?” she asks, her

and gesture for

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black abyss of

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and I

looking around the

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

as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a

is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

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

bridge connects

the bridge, 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

wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on

this appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on the

an air vent

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

is no child’s

This is a prison.

little boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

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

crying, furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over

there is a pile of sheets

must be Zane’s

on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

the locks are undone, the door

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

out of his chair to greet the woman

my beautiful boy,” she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a

eyes like the ocean, and he is

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

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

man looks down at

for me kid?” He asks, taking the

you’re not mean.I like you.”

I

I’m not

now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding

do you have a card for your

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

the woman who

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

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

she pauses, searching for the

much.Just in his own way.”

have our lunch, okay?” she

two of them enjoying their

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

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

suddenly bursts open, a tall

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

a scar just below his

back and his eyes

me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at

due for a meeting in

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look

“Go on, Zane,”

him

made for him on his

in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat

Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down,

me in the eye when addressing me,

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

her feet in an instant, screaming at the

shoving

was just showing

did not look me in

in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to

that will one day lead this

curling his finger at Zane to

behind a weak Alpha

little boy straightens himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head 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 not to enrage his father any

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride

“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

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

staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

prisoner in his own

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