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.

she asks, her eyes

gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

little white light appears in

light, singing a sweet lullaby

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow

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

a high ceiling,

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

connects the

the bridge, there is a

room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a

the left wall and hundreds

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

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

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

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

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

he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over

is a pile of

be Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening

are undone, the door swings

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

Zane climbs out of his chair to

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

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but not

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely

who is busy

man looks down at little Zane and

asks, taking the card

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

I don’t smell,”

not a

minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane

do you have a card for

fishes out another card, this one

to the woman who

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

my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to let her

she pauses, searching

you very much.Just in his own way.” see

okay?” she forces

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

does most of the talking, explaining to him the

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

bulging muscles and

is a scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and

you called me in here, Ellie?” he

for a meeting in 15

a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

what you made for him on his

but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly

his

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

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

in an instant, screaming

shoving him though he

just showing you

me in

real man looks another man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

boy that will one day lead this pack,

finger at Zane to come

will not leave behind a

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 to

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

the sobs I know he wants to

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

words, then he doesn’t

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

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

I find Zane staring blankly at the

to help comfort him, my mind still

a prisoner

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