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

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

scan the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black

the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

looking around the emptiness but

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around

connects the

bridge, there is a large bed with

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

sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

there are very few toys,

the room, an air vent the only means of fresh

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

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

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

as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over

pile of sheets

Zane’s memories, I

on the door begin to jingle,

of the locks are undone, the

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

Zane climbs out

as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

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

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

the man’s arm who is

at little Zane

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

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his

I

I’m not a father

wife is due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane

sweetie, do you have

fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture on

the woman who reads

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

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

is just….” she pauses,

loves you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.”

you and I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane nodding

two of them enjoying their meal

eats, careful not to chew loudly or

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

bursts open, a tall man storming

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and

is a scar just

and his eyes are

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

for a meeting in

has a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

you made for him

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 down, his hand shaking

will look me in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining frozen

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

in an instant,

shoving him

showing you his

not look me in the eye!” Sebastian

another man in the

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

will one day lead this

curling his finger at Zane

I will not leave behind a

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

strong, holding them back with

sobs I know

his father, my heart swelling with pride at his

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me

into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch

to a man who has grown up

blankly at

what to say to help comfort him, my

a prisoner in his

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