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.

you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and

for her

***Natalia***

little white light appears in the black

of a woman echoes from the light, singing

coming from?” I wonder, looking around

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow

temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back

a high ceiling, the

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

bridge connects the

bridge, there is a large bed with

to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster

left wall and hundreds of books and

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

windows in the room, an air vent the

bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets

and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of

tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is

a pile

be Zane’s memories, I

the door begin to jingle,

are undone, the door

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out

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

like the ocean, and

desk, pulling out a small card with

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy

looks down at little Zane and

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

not mean.I like you.” he says,

glad I don’t smell,”

not a father

minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane

sweetie, do you have a card for your

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

woman

she says, her voice cracking a little as

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

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

baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.”

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

Wyatt, the two

he eats, careful not

the many

open, a tall

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

a scar just

combed back and his eyes are almost

in here,

for a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

him

what you made for him

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

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

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

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane

in an

she snarls, shoving

was just showing you

me in the

in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

boy that will one day

his finger

not leave behind a weak Alpha to

once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly

them back with all

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

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

is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by

staring blankly at the floor,

to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

was a prisoner in

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