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 gesture for her

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

woman echoes from the light,

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

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

it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the

the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

rope bridge connects

a

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

two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds

there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray

in the room, an air

appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

is no child’s

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

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

he scribbles “My name is

pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s memories,

locks on the door begin to jingle,

locks are undone, the door swings open,

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman

into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but not

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

timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up

at little

taking the card and reading the words

smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his face softening a

I don’t smell,”

not a

now,” the woman laughs, Zane

you have a

but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with

it to the woman who reads it

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

my love,” she

pauses, searching for

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

our lunch, okay?” she forces a

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

he eats, careful not to chew loudly

the talking, explaining to him the

door suddenly bursts open, a

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

a scar

and his

in here, Ellie?” he

for a

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is

“Go on, Zane,”

him

made for him on

his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding

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

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

then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face,

in an instant, screaming

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

just showing you

look me in the eye!” Sebastian

real man looks another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane

that will one day lead

finger at Zane

a weak Alpha to take

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

them back with all of his might so as

sobs I know he

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to call me father,”

memory fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I just

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

blankly at the floor,

know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

a prisoner in his

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