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.

that? Did you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

and gesture for

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white light appears in the black abyss

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

wonder, looking

to follow the

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling

with a high ceiling, the

on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left

bridge connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed with

the opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

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

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air,

out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or

him and to my horror, find that his left eye

crying, furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name

pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s memories, I

door begin to jingle, the little boy

of the locks are undone, the

eyes and warm smile resemble

as Zane climbs out

as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting

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

desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn

is busy setting up the food on the

man looks down at little

the card and

and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his

glad I don’t smell,” he

not

minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

sweetie, do you have a card for your

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

hands it to the woman

Dad.I promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane to

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

pauses,

very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she

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

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

the talking, explaining to him the many birds

open, a tall

6ft 4, his bulging muscles

a scar just

and his eyes are

to explain why you called me in

a meeting

has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

him

what you made for

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and

glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

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

arm and strikes Zane in the

her feet in an instant, screaming at

shoving him though he does not

just showing you his

look me in the eye!” Sebastian

real man looks another man in the

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

one day lead this

finger at

I will not leave behind a

head high, his freshly split

back with all of

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

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

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

Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face

comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

a prisoner

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