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.

something?” she asks, her eyes opening and

a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

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

voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing

looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards

it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

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

rope bridge connects

a large bed

to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and

to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a

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

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

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

over several sheets

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

tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane”

is a pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s memories,

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

of the locks are undone, the door swings

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

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

as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

piercing blue eyes like

desk, pulling

is busy setting up

down at little Zane

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

not mean.I like you.” he says,

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

I’m not a

wife is due any minute now,” the woman

do you have

smile falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one

it to the woman who reads

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

love,” she sighs, trying

she pauses, searching

in his own way.” see in

have our lunch, okay?”

two of them enjoying

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

him the many birds she saw

open,

his bulging muscles and broad

is a scar just

is combed back and his eyes are almost black

me in here,

for a meeting in

son has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by

made for him on his special

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

nostrils keeps his

the eye when addressing me, boy,” the

strikes Zane in the face,

on her feet in

snarls, shoving him

showing you his

look me in the eye!” Sebastian

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

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

one day lead

roars, curling his finger at

behind a weak

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

remains strong, holding them back with all of his

swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

swelling with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to

pitch black with my heart shattering

have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should

blankly

even know what to say to help comfort him,

a prisoner in his

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