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.

she asks, her eyes opening and

a little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light appears in the black

echoes from the light,

coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness

I decide to follow

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a

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

the tree on

connects

bridge, there is a large bed with

room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a

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

to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting

my surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of

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

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

closer to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen

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

him, there is a pile of

Zane’s memories, I

jingle, the little boy stiffening

the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman

warm smile resemble Zane’s

climbs out

lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head

like the ocean, and he is fit

pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf

arm who is busy setting up the food on the

man looks down at

the card and reading the

very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he

I’m glad I

not a father

due any minute now,” the

sweetie, do you have a card for your

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture on

to the woman who reads it out

promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and

love,” she sighs, trying very hard

is just….” she pauses, searching

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

and I have our lunch, okay?” she

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

careful

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier that

bursts open, a tall

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

scar just below

hair is combed back and his eyes are almost

you called me in

a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by

what you made for him on his

his mother, climbing out of his

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head

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

and strikes Zane in the face,

in an instant, screaming at

she snarls, shoving him though

just showing you his

me in the eye!” Sebastian

man looks another man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

that will one day

roars, curling his finger at Zane to

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take

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

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

back the sobs I know he

and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve

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

memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up

I find Zane staring blankly

him, my mind still

prisoner in

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