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 scanning

gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

a little white light appears in the

the light, singing a sweet

that voice coming from?” I wonder, looking around the

alone with my 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 and revealing a

is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

connects the

a large bed

small kitchenette equipped

left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on

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

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

the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

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

scribbles

pile of

Zane’s memories,

jingle, the little boy

are undone, the door

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with a

him into her arms, Zane resting his head

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn

is busy

down at little Zane and

taking the card and

you’re not mean.I

glad I don’t smell,”

I’m not a

is due any minute now,” the woman laughs,

do you have a card for

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

it to the woman

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

boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very

pauses, searching for the right

his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe

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

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two

very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew

most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

is a scar just below his

is combed back and

explain why you called me in here,

due for a meeting in 15

gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

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

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

you made for him

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

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

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

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the

on her feet in an instant, screaming at

she snarls, shoving him though he does

showing you his

look me in the eye!”

real man looks another man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

boy that will one day lead this

curling his finger at Zane to

behind a weak Alpha to take

father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip

remains strong, holding them back with

the sobs I know he wants to

his father, my heart swelling with pride

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

memory fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my

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

Zane staring blankly

to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

was a prisoner in

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