The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Chapter 48

*Rionna*** Chapter 48

“M-mom?” the man stammers, his face pale as he gawks at me.

I turn my head to see if there is anyone behind me but just find a closed door in my path.

Who is he calling Mom?I wonder.

Toran chuckles softly to himself and I frown at him for teasing me before turning back to the frightened man.

A single tear rolls down his cheek but he does not move any closer to me, as if he is afraid I might disintegrate should he so much as breathe near me.

He looks so familiar…I tell myself though I can’t quite make out where exactly I have seen him.

“Look harder, Ry,” Toran mind-links me.

“You know him.”

“I do? “ I ask, squinting my eyes at the mysterious man.I study his features, taking in his dark hair, his smooth pale skin and his warm brown eyes.

Those eyes…Where have I seen those eyes….

“I think we should sit down first, Ry,” Toran says, getting up to offer me his chair.

I step towards my husband only for the young man to whimper.

A memory suddenly pops into my head of a little boy with a stutter doing his best to recite a poem, a few sad tears trickling down his cheeks as he stumbles through his words.

“You’re the little boy from my dreams…” I murmur, a soft smile curling on my lips as I turn to face him.

you couldn’t say a word right…” I mutter to myself, snapping my fingers in

grown up now, aren’t you?” I add, my excitement growing about meeting someone from my

about you

mildly uncomfortable,

up my

I making

the young woman

hoping to get a reaction from either of

but I can tell she and I have never met by the way she looks at me.I turn to the small older woman who has her brows furrowed in anger at Toran and I, my heart skipping a beat at her clear Had I

who are you?” I ask her, the

please?” Toran sighs, ushering me towards the

at the young man to sit as well, but he refuses to

something so loving and pure yet so familiar, like sitting by a fireplace on a cold winter’s night, the glow of the

nauseating feeling growing in my belly when a pained look flashes

don’t know w-who I- I am?” he whispers after a long silence, his

as his despair grows with my silence and I close my eyes to concentrate, willing my memories to come back to me,

murmurs via mind-link, his voice soft and

quite angry at me for being awake,” I chuckle, Toran smirking mischievously and kissing my hand. “He told me I had died, but for some reason, I came back…” I add, still unable to wrap my head around the story myself. Toran sighs heavily and explains in further detail the events of my rising. “After I ordered the hit during King Arthur’s birthday party, I requested that my wolves bring me back her body as proof of her death.As she was being transported to Ravenstone, she sat up in the back of the van, the wound on her neck completely healed,” Toran adds with emphasis. “My wolves told me she was awake for a while, but it was as if she were in limbo, not really ‘here’ at all.She said nothing, ‘ust sat up like a stone the entire ride to Ravenstone.My wolves were terrified of her so they didn’t even try to touch her until they arrived at the pack hospital.A doctor came to check her out and she fell into a deep coma a couple minutes into the examination,” he shrugs. “I was tempted to kill her…”he adds with a chuckle as I smack his arm playfully, Zane watching curiously. “But then I realized Moon Goddess would not have bestowed the gift of life to her again without good reason.She must have a bigger plan for her.So…rather than kill her, I kept Elenore, or rather Rionna, as my prisoner until I could figure out what that reason was,” he says, pulling out my smoky quartz had Rionna wear this fae enchanted stone to mask her appearance whenever she leaves the pack house.lt’s kept her safe from being spotted for the last 20 years.” I chance a glance at Zane and find him looking at me with so much emotion, hanging on to every word of my story. “I didn’t feel much like a prisoner, however,” I add with a smile.

afraid not many memories have come back since I’ve woken up.I know my name was once Elenore and Toran tells me Imore me.Sometimes I get these recurring dreams, but they don’t really feel like dreams; they’re more like little fragments or hints of my memory….And you are always in them,”I smile at Zane, several tears rolling

are much Bigger

used to read poetry to me and we would

always beautiful and I look forward to dreaming more about you.I don’t know much about Elenore in her past life, but I know she was happiest with you…so thank you.Thank

guilt once again returns, making me wish I could remember who he

reminds me, grabbing hold

is all my fault, not yours.I

pain in Zane’s heart, however, makes it hard for me to not give in to my

to you?” I whisper aloud, hoping if Zane gave me a hint, I

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