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.

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

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

about you than Toran

eyes glaze over with tears, his silence making me mildly uncomfortable, but I push onward, determined to figure out who

I chirp, holding up

making

ask, turning to the

I smile, hoping to get a reaction from either of

the small older woman who has her brows furrowed in anger at Toran and I, my heart

I ask her, the small woman

you sit down, please?” Toran

well, but he refuses to move an inch,

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

feeling growing in my

after

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

murmurs via mind-link, his voice soft

mate and mother. “I think it’s best if my wife tells her story to you, Zane, before you ask any questions,” Toran explains, turning to me. “Is that okay, hun?” I have grown used to explaining myself to Toran’s allies before, so this is not out of the ordinary for me, but Zane’s pained stare makes this more difficult than usual. Clearing my throat, I start with my very first memory. “Unfortunately, I don’t remember much, but several years ago, I woke up in a hospital with no memories of who I was or how amnesia, I think,” I shrug apologetically, hoping Zane’s sadness will fade away as I explain myself to him. “Toran was there when I opened my eyes for the first time.He didn’t like me very much and was 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

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

you are much

read poetry to me and we would watch the butterflies flutter

look forward to dreaming more about you.I don’t know much about

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

grabbing hold of my hand and squeezing

all my fault, not yours.I

makes it hard for

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

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