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.

hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light appears in the

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

wonder, looking around the emptiness but

decide to follow the voice

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

with a high

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

bridge connects the two

below the bridge, there is a large bed with

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster

two chairs sits beside the the left wall

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

are no windows in the room, an air vent the

room, which appears to be bolted shut

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

to my horror, find that his left eye is completely

his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over

him, there is a pile

must be Zane’s memories, I

to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

several of the locks are undone, the door swings

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

note, watching as Zane climbs out

arms, Zane resting his

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on

man’s arm who is busy setting up

down at little

me kid?” He asks, taking the card and reading the words

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

glad I don’t smell,”

I’m not a

is due any minute now,” the

sweetie, do you have a card for your

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

woman who reads

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

love,” she sighs, trying very hard

is just….” she pauses, searching for the right

loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe

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

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

to him the many birds she saw on

bursts open, a tall man storming

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

scar just

combed back and

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

for a

has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

Daddy what you made for him on his special

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

Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his

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

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

feet in an instant, screaming at the

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he does not

showing

did not look me in

real man looks another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane

will one day lead this pack,

finger at Zane

leave behind a

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

eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs

legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he doesn’t

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

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

staring blankly at the floor, his

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my

prisoner in his

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