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

and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

little white light appears in the black abyss of

from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

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

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

with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the

connects the two

a large bed with

small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

beside the the left wall and hundreds of books

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

air vent the only means of fresh

the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

to my horror, find that his left eye is completely

at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name

there is a pile of sheets repeating

be Zane’s memories, I

door begin to jingle, the little boy

are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

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

lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf

is

man looks down at little Zane and

the card and

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

I don’t smell,” he

not

due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane

do you have a

but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with

woman who reads it

she says, her voice cracking a little

love,” she sighs, trying

pauses,

much.Just in his own way.” see in her

and I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane nodding

the two of

careful not to chew loudly or

explaining to him the many birds she saw

suddenly bursts open, a

muscles

a scar just below his

hair is combed back and

called me in here, Ellie?” he

for a meeting in 15

has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

for him

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

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

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

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

her feet in an instant, screaming at the

snarls, shoving him though

just showing you

me in the eye!” Sebastian

real man looks another man in the eye when he’s talking

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to his

will one day lead

finger

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take

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

Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as

back the sobs I know he wants

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he doesn’t deserve to

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

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

Zane staring blankly at the floor, his

to help comfort him, my

prisoner in his

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