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 eyes opening and scanning the

a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

a little

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

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

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow

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

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

the tree on the left and a

bridge connects the two

is a large

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a

small table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall

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

in the room, an air vent the only

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

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of

closer to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark

sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s memories,

on the door begin to jingle, the

the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

kind eyes and warm smile resemble

Zane climbs out

Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart with

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

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

who is busy setting up the food on

down at little Zane

He asks, taking the card

not mean.I like you.” he

I don’t

not a

now,”

have a card

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

to the woman

cracking a little as she reads before she

my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not

is just….” she pauses,

his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t

okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane

two of

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

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

door suddenly bursts open, a tall

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

scar just below

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are almost

me in here, Ellie?” he snaps

for a

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

what you made for him on his

at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly

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

addressing me, boy,” the man

in the face,

in an instant, screaming

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he

showing you his

look me in

looks another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to his

boy that will one day lead this pack,

his finger at

a weak

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

back with all of his might so

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

pitch black with my

I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should have cherished

staring blankly at the floor,

say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information

prisoner

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