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

a little and gesture for

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black abyss of

of a woman echoes from the light,

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

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

with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left

rope bridge connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest

small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume contain

beside the the left wall

few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on

no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

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

child’s

This is a prison.

over several sheets of paper.He

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

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

is a pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s

begin to jingle, the little boy

of the locks are undone, the door swings open,

resemble Zane’s

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

she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

eyes like the ocean, and

pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf

who is busy setting up the food on the

looks down at little

taking the card and reading

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

I don’t

not

wife is due any minute now,”

do you have

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

the woman who

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

she sighs, trying very

just….” she pauses, searching for the right

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even

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

two of them enjoying their

he eats, careful not to chew loudly

explaining to him the many birds she

door suddenly bursts open, a

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

a scar just below

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

why you called me in here, Ellie?” he

due for a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

Daddy what you made for him on

not disobey his mother, climbing out

flared nostrils keeps his head down,

eye when addressing me,

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

in an instant, screaming at

she snarls, shoving him though he

was just showing you

did not look me in the eye!”

man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to his

will one day lead this pack,

roars, curling his finger

a weak

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

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

back the sobs I know he

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

the pitch black

that I have been unkind to

blankly at the floor, his face devoid

to say to help comfort him,

a prisoner in his

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