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,

gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the

voice of a woman echoes from the light,

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

decide to follow the

abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

bridge connects the

is a large bed

to be a small kitchenette equipped

left wall and hundreds of books and

be a child’s room, there are very few

there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and cool

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

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

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

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

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s

locks on the door begin to jingle,

the door swings open, a beautiful woman

and warm smile resemble

out

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

eyes like the ocean,

pulling out a small card with a

arm who is busy setting up the

man looks down at

for me kid?” He asks, taking the card

you’re not

glad I

I’m not

due any minute now,” the

sweetie, do you have

anyway and fishes out another

it to the woman who

she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she

my love,” she sighs,

just….” she pauses, searching for

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane

the two

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

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her

door suddenly bursts open, a

muscles and broad shoulders barely

scar just below his

combed back and his eyes are almost black with

called me in

due for a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

him

Daddy what you made for him on his

his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his

keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out the

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

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

on her feet in

snarls, shoving

just showing

did not look me in

in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to his

one day

his finger at

leave behind a

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

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

the sobs I

father, my heart swelling

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call

me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering

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

I open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at

to say to help comfort him, my mind still

prisoner in

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