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

little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

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

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

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

alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

the tree on

rope bridge connects the

there is a large bed with forest covers

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf

no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of

entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling on

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his face and

he scribbles “My

a pile of sheets

must be Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle, the little boy

the door swings open, a beautiful

resemble Zane’s

out of his

giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on

like

and rushes to the desk, pulling

arm who is busy setting

down at little

asks, taking the card and reading the words out

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

I don’t smell,”

I’m not a

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

you have a

out another card, this one darker

to the woman who reads

says, her voice cracking a little as she reads

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

she pauses, searching for

way.” see in

have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane nodding

two of them

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

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many

bursts open, a

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

scar just below

and his eyes

you called me in here,

due for a meeting

has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by

for

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

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

the face, Zane falling over on the

is on her feet in an

shoving him though

just showing you

me

man in

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

one day lead this pack,

his finger at Zane to come

leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

head high, his freshly split lip quivering

holding them back with all of his might so as

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he

heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

in the pitch black

the realization that I have been unkind to a man

staring blankly at the

to help comfort him,

was a prisoner

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