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.

you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning

gesture for her to

***Natalia***

suddenly a little

the light, singing

looking around the emptiness but only seeing

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the

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

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

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

bridge connects the two

a

side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and

the the left wall and hundreds of books

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

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

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

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5

find that his left eye is completely swollen

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

is a pile of sheets

Zane’s memories,

jingle, the little

are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with

she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

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

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

at little Zane

me kid?” He asks, taking the card

nice and you’re not mean.I like

glad I don’t smell,”

not

any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding

you have

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker

it to the woman who reads it out

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

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

she pauses,

you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t

lunch, okay?”

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

the talking, explaining to him the many

bursts open, a tall man storming

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

is a scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are almost

in

a meeting in 15

has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who is trembling in his

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

Daddy what you made for him

climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the

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

me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining frozen

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

feet in an instant, screaming at the

shoving him though he does not

was just showing you

did not look me in

real man looks another man in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to

one

roars, curling his finger at Zane

behind a weak Alpha

his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds

with all of his

back the sobs I know he wants

swelling with pride at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he

fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch

more painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid

even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

a prisoner in his own

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