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 and

little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

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

woman echoes from the light,

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

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

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

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

room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on

connects

the bridge, there is a

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

sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

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

the room, an air vent the only

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

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety

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

there is a pile of

must be Zane’s

door begin to jingle, the little boy

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

resemble Zane’s whenever

as Zane climbs out of his chair

him into her arms, Zane resting his head

eyes like the ocean, and

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

man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

down at

the card and reading the words

you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his face softening

I’m glad I

not a

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

have a card for your

fishes out another card, this one darker and

woman who reads

cracking a

a very good boy, my love,” she

pauses, searching

in his own way.” see in

lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little

the two of

he eats, careful

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

open, a

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

is a scar just

and his eyes are almost

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

for a meeting in 15

a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

what you made for him on

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

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down,

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

strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a small

her feet in

she snarls, shoving him though he

was just showing

not look me in the

man looks another man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

that will one

roars, curling his finger at Zane to

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly

cling to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his

the sobs I know he wants to let

his father, my heart swelling

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to call me father,”

leaving me all alone in the pitch

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

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

to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

prisoner

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