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.

read poetry to me…You would get so frustrated with yourself when you couldn’t say a word right…” I mutter

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

he can tell us more about you than Toran can…

silence making me mildly uncomfortable, but I

chirp, holding up my smile despite the man’s

I making him

she your mate?” I ask, turning to the young woman

to get a

way she looks at me.I turn to the small older woman who has her brows furrowed in anger at Toran and

ask her, the small woman shaking her head

sit down, please?” Toran sighs, ushering me towards the

the young man to sit as well, but he refuses

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

to you?” I whisper, a nauseating feeling growing

w-who I- I am?” he whispers after a long silence, his words cutting into my heart with

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

” Toran murmurs via mind-link, his voice soft and

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. “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 much information about myself.” “The doctors told me it was best not to force you to remember,” Toran grumbles grumpily. “I was only doing what I was told.” “And I

recurring dreams, but they

you are much

me and we would watch the butterflies flutter by,”

don’t know much about Elenore in her past

guilt once again returns, making me

bad,” Toran reminds me, grabbing

all my fault, not yours.I did this

however, makes it hard for me to

whisper aloud, hoping if Zane

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