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

a little and gesture for

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

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

wonder, looking

thoughts, I decide to

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

spacious with a high ceiling,

the tree on the left and a slide wrapping

connects the two

is a large bed with forest

equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini

two chairs sits beside the the left wall

room, there are very few toys,

an air vent the only means

can make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his face and

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s memories, I

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy

after several of the locks are undone, the door

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

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

arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart with

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and

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

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

down at

taking the card and reading the

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

I don’t smell,” he

I’m not

wife is due any minute now,” the woman laughs,

sweetie, do you have a card for your

and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture

to the woman who reads

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

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

is just….” she pauses, searching for the

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

our lunch, okay?” she forces a

two of

quiet as he eats, careful not to

the many birds she

bursts open, a

bulging muscles and broad shoulders

is a scar just below his

combed back and his eyes are almost

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

for a

son has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

him

for him on

climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out

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

the eye when addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining

in the face, Zane falling over on

her feet in an instant, screaming at the

snarls, shoving

just showing you his

did not look me in

man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

one day lead this pack,

finger at Zane

not leave behind a

father.He holds his head high, his freshly split

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

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he

my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to

me all alone in the pitch black with my

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

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of all

to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the

prisoner in

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