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

gesture for

***Natalia***

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

voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet

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

to follow the voice towards the

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

spacious with a

the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

rope bridge connects

is a large bed with

kitchenette equipped with a

left wall

are very few toys,

in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air,

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

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than

come closer to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely

tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name

pile of sheets

must be Zane’s

door begin to jingle, the

are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet

her arms, Zane

eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

desk, pulling out a small card

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

at

kid?” He asks, taking the card

not mean.I like you.” he says, his face softening a

glad I don’t

not a father

now,” the

have a

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

hands it to the woman who reads it

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

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

pauses, searching for

loves you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she

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

Wyatt, the two of

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

to him the many birds she

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

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

is a scar just below his

and his eyes

me in

a meeting in

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

you made for him

climbing out of his seat and timidly

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

me,

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

on her feet in

shoving him

just showing you his

not look me in the

another man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane

that will one day lead this

roars, curling his finger at

not leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

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

back with all of his

swallowing back the sobs I know

legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

in the pitch black with

however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

him,

was a prisoner in

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