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,

a little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the

voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and I

voice coming from?” I wonder, looking around

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

envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the

connects

bridge, there is a large

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a

the left wall

this appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray

an air vent the only

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

no child’s

This is a prison.

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

horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the

must be Zane’s memories, I

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

undone, the door

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

as Zane climbs out

beautiful boy,” she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

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

the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn

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

at little Zane and

the card and reading the words out

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his face softening

I’m glad I don’t smell,”

not a

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

do you have a card

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no

it to the woman

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

love,” she sighs, trying very

is just….” she pauses,

loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in

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

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of

very quiet as he eats, careful not

does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw

open,

muscles and broad shoulders barely

scar

hair is combed back and his eyes

me in here, Ellie?” he snaps

due for a

a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

you made for

mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

with flared nostrils keeps his head down,

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

Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

in an instant,

she snarls, shoving him though he does

was just showing you

not look me in

another man in the

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

that will one day lead this

his finger at Zane to

a weak Alpha to

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

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

back the sobs I know he wants to let

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what

have been unkind to

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his

to help comfort him, my mind

a prisoner

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