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.

asks, her eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

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

the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

I wonder, looking around the emptiness

with my thoughts, I decide to follow the

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

large and spacious with a

room, a treehouse sitting on the

bridge connects the two

a large bed with forest covers

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

two chairs sits beside the the left wall

very few

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

near the entrance of the room, which appears to

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

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

his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a sheet of

is a pile of sheets repeating the same

Zane’s memories,

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy

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

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

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

eyes like the ocean, and

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf

the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

man looks down at little Zane

kid?” He asks, taking the card and reading

and you’re not mean.I

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

I’m not a father

now,” the woman laughs,

do you have a card for your

fishes out another card, this one darker and with

it to the woman who reads

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

she

is just….” she pauses, searching for the right

way.”

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?”

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

careful not to

him the many birds she saw on her run earlier that

bursts open, a tall man storming

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

a scar just below

and

why you called me in here,

a meeting in 15

has a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

for him

not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as

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

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

in an instant, screaming at

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he

was just showing you his

look me in the eye!”

man in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

boy that will one day lead

finger

behind a weak

his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out to

back with all of his might so as

the sobs I know he wants to

faces his father, my heart swelling with pride

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to

to a

staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

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

a prisoner in his own

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