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.

hear something?” she asks, her eyes

a little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

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

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

to

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

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree

connects the two

a large bed

the opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven,

the left wall and hundreds

very few toys, only a small stuffed

air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets

find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark

crying, furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over

him, there is a pile of sheets

be Zane’s memories,

jingle,

undone, the door swings open, a

resemble Zane’s whenever

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with a

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

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

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a

who is busy setting up

at little Zane and

me kid?” He asks, taking the card and reading the

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

I’m glad I don’t smell,”

not a father

any minute now,” the

do you have a card for your

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out

the woman who reads it out

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

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

pauses,

way.”

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

the two of

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

the many

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man

muscles and

a scar

back and his eyes are almost black

why you called me in here, Ellie?” he

due for a

son has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by

what you made for him

mother, climbing out

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

me in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the man spits,

the face, Zane falling over on the

her feet in an instant,

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he does

was just showing

not look me in

real man looks another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to his

will one

his finger at Zane

a weak Alpha to

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card

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

swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

can’t say the words, then he

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

than the memory, however, is 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

what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

prisoner in

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