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.

you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening

little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little

of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and I

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

I decide to

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

large and spacious with a high

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

connects the

the bridge, there is a

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

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall

be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray

windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and

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

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

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 and

pile

must be Zane’s

to jingle, the little boy stiffening

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

must be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out

into her arms, Zane resting his head on

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

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

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

looks down at

the card and reading the words

not mean.I like you.” he

glad I don’t

not a father

any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding

you have a card for

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

hands it to the woman who

voice cracking a little as

she sighs, trying very hard not to

she pauses, searching

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

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?” she

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw

door suddenly bursts open, a

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders

is a scar

hair is combed back and his eyes are

explain why you called me in here, Ellie?” he

due for a meeting in

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

him

what you made for him

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

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

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

his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

her feet in

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him

just showing you

look me

looks another man in the eye when he’s talking

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

that will one day

finger at Zane

not leave behind a weak

his father.He holds his head high,

with all of his might so as not

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

me all alone in the pitch black with my heart

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

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

know what to say to help comfort him, my

prisoner in his

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