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

for her to close her

***Natalia***

little white light appears in the black abyss

of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet

wonder, looking around

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to

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

large and spacious with a

on the tree on the left and a slide

bridge connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

beside the the left wall and hundreds of books

very few toys, only

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

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

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises

as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again

him, there is a pile of

be Zane’s memories,

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

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

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman

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

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

to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on the

who is busy setting up

man looks down at little Zane

asks, taking the card

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

I’m glad I don’t

I’m not

due any minute now,”

have a card

out another card, this one darker and

the woman who

now,” she says, her voice cracking

she sighs, trying very hard not

she pauses, searching for

very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe

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

the two

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

to him the many birds she saw on her run

bursts open,

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

is a scar just below his

combed back and his

in here, Ellie?” he snaps at the

for a meeting in 15

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

for

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

him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining frozen in

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

her feet in an instant, screaming

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing

look me in the

another man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

that will one day

finger at Zane

a weak

himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds

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

sobs

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

pitch black

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

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at

him, my

prisoner in

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