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.

was that? Did you hear something?” she asks, her

a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

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

light, singing a sweet lullaby of

coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing

to follow the

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

spacious with a

sitting on the tree

rope bridge connects

bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting

are no windows in the room, an air

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

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

little boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

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

wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is

a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s memories,

door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

out of his chair to greet

beautiful boy,” she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

to the desk, pulling out

arm who is busy setting up

man looks down at little Zane

the card and reading the

you’re not mean.I like you.” he

I’m glad I don’t smell,”

I’m not a father

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

you have a card

but he nods anyway and fishes out another card,

woman who reads

now,” she says, her voice cracking a

love,” she sighs,

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

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

okay?” she

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

careful

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on

open, a

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

is a scar just

back and his

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

for a meeting

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

what you made for him

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out

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

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

strikes Zane in the face, Zane

on her feet in

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he does

showing

look me

in the eye when he’s talking

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

that will one

his finger at Zane

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha to

father.He holds his head high,

Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so

back the sobs I know he wants

and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he

in the pitch

unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

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

what to say to help comfort him, my

a prisoner

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