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 eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

a little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

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

echoes from the light, singing a sweet

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

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the

temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back

with a high ceiling,

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

rope bridge connects the two

bridge, there is a large bed with

of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster

wall and hundreds of books and

a child’s room, there are very few

are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means

appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of

is no child’s

This is a prison.

little boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t

to him and to my horror, find that his left eye

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

is a pile of sheets

be Zane’s

locks on the door begin to jingle, the

after several of the locks are undone, the door swings open,

smile resemble Zane’s whenever

note, watching as Zane climbs out

lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

of his mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with

is busy setting

down at little Zane and

taking the card and reading the

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

glad I don’t

not

minute now,” the

have

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

to the woman who

now,” she says, her voice cracking a little

love,” she sighs, trying very hard not

pauses, searching for the

his own way.” see in her

okay?” she forces

the two of them enjoying

careful not

to him the many birds she saw on

open, a

his bulging muscles

is a scar just below

and his eyes

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

a

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

you made for him on his

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

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

Zane in the face,

is on her feet in an instant,

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing

look me in the eye!”

another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to his

one day lead this

finger at Zane to

not leave behind a weak

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly

eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all

heavily, swallowing back the sobs

cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he doesn’t deserve to call me

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

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

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

was a prisoner

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