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.

she asks, her eyes opening and

gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

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

the light, singing a sweet lullaby

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

decide to follow the voice towards

temporarily blinding me for

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

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

rope bridge connects the

a large bed with

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

with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and

there are very few toys, only a

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

can make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be

child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

closer to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises

scribbles “My name is Zane” over

pile

Zane’s memories, I

on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

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

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with a

arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the

and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with

pokes the man’s arm who is

down at little Zane

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

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

I’m glad I don’t

I’m not

any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

you have a card

fishes out another card, this one

to the woman who reads

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

my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not

she pauses,

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

our lunch, okay?” she forces a

the two of them

he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on

bursts open, a tall

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

is a scar just below

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

called me in here, Ellie?”

for 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,”

nudges him by the

Daddy what you made for him on his special

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and

his head down, his hand

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

the face,

on her feet in an instant, screaming at the

snarls, shoving him

just showing

did not look me in the

another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane

that will one day

finger at Zane

leave behind a weak

high, his freshly split

with all of his might

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know

his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

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

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

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

even know what to say to help comfort him, my

was a prisoner in

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