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

little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and I

from?” I wonder, looking around the

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

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

with a high ceiling, the decor

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

rope bridge connects the two

bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers

there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets

two chairs sits beside the the left wall

few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf

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

to

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his face

furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name

him, there is a pile of

be Zane’s memories,

to jingle, the

the locks are undone, the

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with a

boy,” she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart

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

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

arm who is busy setting up the

down at

asks, taking the card

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

I’m glad I

not a father

is due any minute now,” the

have a card for your

fishes out another card, this one darker and with

to the woman who reads it out

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

very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to let her tears

just….” she pauses, searching

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

our lunch, okay?”

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

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

door suddenly bursts open, a

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

is a scar just

hair is combed back and his eyes are almost

called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at

a meeting in

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

you made for

mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

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

will look me in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the

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

on her feet in an

snarls, shoving him though he does

showing you

me in the eye!”

another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to

boy that will one

curling his finger at

I will not leave behind a

approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly

to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to

the sobs I

swelling with pride at his sheer strength

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

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

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

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of all

to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

was a prisoner in

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