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

little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little

woman echoes from the light, singing a

I wonder, looking

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

me, temporarily blinding me for

large and spacious with a

tree-like structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around

connects

bridge, there is a

opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets

wall and hundreds of

are very few toys, only a

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

the entrance of the room, which appears to be

child’s

This is a prison.

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

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

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

a pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s

jingle, the little

undone, the door swings open,

smile resemble Zane’s whenever

climbs out of

lifts him into her arms, Zane

blue eyes like the

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on

man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

at

taking the card and reading the words

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

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

I’m not a

now,”

do you have

but he nods anyway and fishes out another

hands it to the woman

Dad.I promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she

good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying

pauses, searching

baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe her own

you and I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the

suddenly bursts open, a tall

4, his bulging muscles and broad

scar just

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are

called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at the

due for a meeting

gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

for

fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of

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

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

Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a

is on her feet in

shoving him

showing

did not look me in the

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

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

will one

his finger at Zane

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to

boy straightens himself out as he once again approaches 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 so as not to enrage his father any

sobs I

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me

the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what

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

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

to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

prisoner in

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