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.

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

for

***Natalia***

a little white light appears in the

light,

I wonder, looking around the

to follow the voice towards

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for

room is large and spacious with a high

treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and

connects the two

a large bed with forest

equipped

the left wall

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

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

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

is no child’s

This is a prison.

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

find that his left eye is

with his sleeve as he scribbles

a pile

be Zane’s memories,

on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a

smile resemble Zane’s whenever

must be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to

she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in

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

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

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

at little Zane

the card and

smell very nice and you’re not

I don’t smell,” he

not a

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

you have a card

and fishes out another card, this one darker and

hands it to the woman who reads it

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

good boy, my love,” she sighs,

she pauses,

loves you very much.Just in his own way.”

lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane

two

he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

talking, explaining to him the many

suddenly bursts open, a

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

a scar just

combed back and his eyes

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

due for a meeting

gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

“Go on, Zane,”

him

you made for him

in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

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

in the face, Zane falling

feet in an instant, screaming at

snarls, shoving him though he does

was just showing you

did not look me in the eye!”

in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

will one day

finger at Zane to

not leave behind a

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

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

the sobs I know he wants to

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

words, then he doesn’t

the pitch black with my heart shattering to

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

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

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

prisoner in

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