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

for

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a

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

decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching it

as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

with a

a treehouse sitting on the

connects

there is a

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

left wall and hundreds of

a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed

the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air,

appears to be bolted

child’s

This is a prison.

over several sheets of paper.He

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

he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a

pile of sheets

be Zane’s memories,

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy

are undone, the door

resemble Zane’s whenever

note, watching as Zane climbs out

arms, Zane resting his head on her

like the ocean, and he is fit but

desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on

the man’s arm who is busy

at little Zane

asks, taking the card and reading

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

glad I don’t smell,”

not a father

is due any minute now,” the woman laughs,

have a card for

smile falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture

hands it to the woman

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

a very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to let

just….” she pauses, searching for the right

much.Just in his own way.”

lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane nodding

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

careful not to chew loudly or make

him the many birds she saw on her run

bursts open, a

his bulging muscles and broad

is a scar just below

and his

to explain why you called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at the

due for a meeting in 15

a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

what you made for

but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat

man towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking

me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining

and strikes Zane in the face,

her feet in an instant,

she snarls, shoving him though he does not

was just showing you

not look me in the eye!”

in

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

will one day lead this

finger at Zane to

not leave behind a

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

his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with

the sobs

heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart

unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by

find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face

help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

prisoner in his own

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