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.

that? Did you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the

for her to close her

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white light appears

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

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

my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards

it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

spacious with a high

the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

bridge connects the

a large bed with forest

of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume contain

with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books

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

windows in the room, an air vent the only means

entrance of the room, which appears to

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

find that his left eye

he scribbles “My name

pile of sheets repeating the

must be Zane’s

on the door begin to jingle, the little

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

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

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

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

blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely

timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

man looks down at little Zane

me kid?” He asks, taking the card

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

I don’t

I’m not a father

minute now,”

sweetie, do you have a card for your

he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

to the woman who reads it out

cracking

already a very good boy, my love,” she

is just….” she pauses,

his own way.” see

okay?” she forces a

the two of them enjoying their meal

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

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

open, a tall man

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

scar

is combed back and his eyes are almost

you called me in here,

due for a meeting

a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by

you made for him on his special

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

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

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

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a small

is on her feet in an

she snarls, shoving him though he

was just showing you his

did not look me in the eye!” Sebastian

looks another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

one day lead this pack,

roars, curling his finger at Zane

leave behind a weak Alpha

his father.He holds his head high,

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

back the sobs I know

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

all alone in the pitch black

the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling

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

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

was a prisoner in his own

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