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 opening

a little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light

of a woman echoes from the light, singing

I wonder, looking around the

alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing

room is large and spacious with a high

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

rope bridge connects

there is a large bed with forest covers

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge,

wall and hundreds of books and

there are very few toys, only a

no windows in the room, an air vent the only means

to be

child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

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

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

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s

jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

are undone, the door swings open,

resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

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

my beautiful boy,” she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

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

who is busy setting

looks down at

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

you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his

glad I don’t

not a father

wife is due any minute now,”

do you have

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card,

hands it to the woman who reads

voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and

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

pauses,

own way.” see in her eyes that even she

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two

as he eats, careful not

of the talking, explaining to him the many

open,

muscles

scar just below his

hair is combed back and his eyes

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

for a meeting

has a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

what you made for him on his special

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out

nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out the

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

strikes Zane in the

in

shoving him though he does not

showing you his

look me

looks another man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to

boy that will one day lead this pack,

finger at

a weak

straightens himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split

back with all of his might so as not to

back the sobs I know he wants to let

heart swelling with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he can’t say the words, then he

in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at

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

staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of all

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

prisoner in

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