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.

so frustrated with yourself when you couldn’t say a word right…” I mutter to myself, snapping my

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

more about you than Toran can… my

with tears, his silence making me mildly uncomfortable, but I push onward, determined to

very handsome,” I chirp, holding up my smile despite the man’s

making

mate?” I ask, turning to the young woman beside him clinging to

beautiful,” I smile, hoping to get a reaction from

me.I turn to the small older woman who has her brows furrowed

her, the small woman

Toran sighs, ushering me

young man to sit as well, but

yet so familiar, like sitting by a fireplace on a cold winter’s night, the glow of the flames touching every inch of me, enveloping me in

I whisper, a nauseating feeling growing in my belly when

whispers after a long silence, his words cutting into

eyes to concentrate, willing my memories to come back to me, but all I see

Toran murmurs via mind-link, his voice

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. “I was given a comfortable room after I woke up from my coma and was allowed to explore the pack house whenever I pleased.) even had company with Tylen.He would visit me every day to share a meal with me or play board games,” I explain, patting Tylen’s shoulder, though he appears lost in thought, his eyes focusing on Agnes. How odd…I sigh. “Toran would also come to visit a lot, asking me if I could remember anything about my past but never giving me

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

you are much Bigger

we

with you is 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

hide his face from me and the guilt once again returns, making me wish I could remember

feel bad,” Toran reminds me, grabbing hold of

my fault, not yours.I

makes it hard for me to not

aloud, hoping if Zane gave me a hint, I might somehow remember who

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