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.

something?” she asks, her

a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white light appears

from the light, singing

coming from?” I wonder, looking

to

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

a

the room, a treehouse sitting on the

connects

there is a large

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

left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on

there are no windows in the room, an air

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

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t

him and to my horror, find that his left eye

at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a

pile of sheets repeating

be Zane’s memories,

to jingle, the little boy stiffening

are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

resemble Zane’s

out of his chair to greet the woman with a

Zane resting

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

pulling out a small

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

down at little

the card and

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

I don’t smell,”

I’m not a

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

have a

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

hands it to the woman who reads it out

good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as

love,” she sighs,

pauses, searching for

much.Just in his own way.”

our lunch, okay?” she forces a

two of them enjoying

as he eats, careful not to chew

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

door suddenly bursts open, a tall

bulging muscles and

is a scar just below his

is combed back and his eyes are almost black

you called me in here, Ellie?”

a meeting

has a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

made for

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

him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining

strikes Zane in the

in

animal!” she snarls, shoving

showing you

did not look me in

man looks another man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane

one day lead this pack,

finger at

behind a weak Alpha to take my

head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly

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

back the sobs I know he wants to let

heart swelling with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

can’t say the words, then he

the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch

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

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

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

a prisoner

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