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 eyes

gesture for

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light,

wonder, looking around the emptiness

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

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

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping

bridge connects

bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers

side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven,

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

there are very few toys, only a small

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

to be bolted shut with a myriad

is no child’s

This is a prison.

over several sheets of paper.He can’t be

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

he scribbles “My

him, there is a pile of sheets

Zane’s

begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

of the locks are undone, the

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

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

Zane resting his head on

piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and

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

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

at little Zane

He asks, taking the card and

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

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

I’m not

any minute now,” the woman

you have

anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with

it to the woman who reads it out

be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before

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

pauses, searching for the

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

lunch, okay?” she forces

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

of the talking, explaining to him the many birds

open, a tall man

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

scar just

is combed back and his eyes are

me in

for a meeting in

gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

you made for him

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

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

in the eye when addressing me, boy,”

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

her feet in an instant, screaming

shoving him though he

showing you

look me in the eye!”

real man looks another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to his

will one

roars, curling his finger

behind a weak

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

holding them back with all of his

swallowing back the sobs

his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what

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

Zane staring blankly at the

him, my mind still reeling from all

prisoner in

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