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.

something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

for her to close

***Natalia***

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

a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet

looking around

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

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

room is large and spacious with a

treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a

bridge connects the

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers

equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets

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

are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on the

in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and cool

which appears to be bolted

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

eye

sleeve as he scribbles “My

a pile

be Zane’s

the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening

are undone, the

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his

giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

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

desk, pulling out a

the man’s arm who is busy setting up

down at little

the card and reading the

and you’re not

I

I’m not

minute now,” the

sweetie, do you have a card

out another card, this

to the woman who reads

Day, Dad.I promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as

love,” she sighs, trying very

is just….” she pauses, searching for the

his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe

I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two of

eats, careful not to chew loudly

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

bursts open, a

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

scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are almost black with

me in

a meeting in

gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

him

you made for

fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to

him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he

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

arm and strikes Zane in the face,

on her feet in an instant,

she snarls, shoving

just showing you

look me in the

looks another man in the

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

one day lead this

finger at

a weak Alpha to take

his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the

strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage

sobs I know he wants to let

his father, my heart swelling with pride at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t

the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I

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

blankly at the floor, his face devoid of all

him, my mind still reeling

a prisoner

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