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.

that? Did you hear something?” she asks, her eyes

gesture for

***Natalia***

a little white light appears in the black

woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

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

to follow the voice towards

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

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling,

sitting on the tree on the left

rope bridge connects

below the bridge, there is a large bed with forest

the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with

small table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

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

an air vent the

to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling on

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

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

pile

be Zane’s memories, I

jingle,

are undone, the

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of

she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart with

piercing blue eyes like

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

timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

man looks down at little

the

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

I

not a

any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane

sweetie, do you have a card for

fishes out another

the woman who reads

voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels

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

pauses, searching for the

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

lunch, okay?” she forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two of them

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

explaining to him the many birds she saw on

bursts open, a tall man

bulging muscles and broad shoulders

a scar just below his

hair is combed back and

called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at the

a meeting in 15

a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

him

for

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

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking

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

on her feet in an

snarls, shoving him though he does not

just showing you his

did not look me in the eye!”

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

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

one

roars, curling his finger

behind a weak Alpha to

as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he

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

sobs I

his father, my heart swelling with pride at his

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

the words, then he

the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch

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

blankly

what to say to help comfort him, my mind

was a prisoner

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