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.

asks, her eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

for

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white light appears

woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

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

thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

temporarily blinding me for

a high

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

connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed with

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

wall and hundreds of

appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only

no windows in the room, an air vent the only

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

child’s

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his face and

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

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s

door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

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

smile resemble Zane’s whenever

out of his

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

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn

the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

down at little Zane and

taking the

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

glad I don’t smell,” he

not a

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

do you have a

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

woman

she says, her voice cracking a

love,” she sighs, trying very hard not

just….” she pauses, searching for

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

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

the two

as he eats, careful not

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

bursts open, a tall man

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

is a scar just below

hair is combed back and his eyes are

me in here,

due for a meeting in

son has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

you made for him on his special

climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out

him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

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

his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

in an instant, screaming at the

she snarls, shoving him though he does not

was just showing you his

look me

in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

that will one day lead this pack,

finger at Zane to come

will not leave behind a weak

high,

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

back the sobs I know he wants to

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to

leaving me all alone in the pitch black

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

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

to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the

was a prisoner in his

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