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.

get so frustrated with yourself when you couldn’t say a word right…” I

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

about you than Toran

eyes glaze over with tears, his silence making me mildly uncomfortable, but I push

up my smile despite the man’s silent

I making

mate?” I ask, turning to the young woman

smile, hoping to get

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

I ask her, the small woman shaking her head at

you sit down, please?” Toran sighs,

sit as well, but he

by a fireplace on a cold winter’s night, the glow of the flames touching every

nauseating feeling growing in my belly when a pained look

don’t know w-who I- I am?” he whispers after

close my eyes to

via mind-link,

“This is my wife, Rionna and my son, Tylen,” he smiles at us. “Rionna, this is Zane, his mother Agnes, and his mate, Talia,” he adds, pointing to the man, his mate and his mother. Toran then points to a beautiful woman with long white hair and gorgeous honey eyes.) feel the urge to pay respect to her and bend over in a low bow along with Tylen. “And that is Her Majesty, Aurora and her King, Oliver,” Toran explains. “Pleasure,” I smile at everyone. The Queen studies me carefully for a moment but ultimately gives me a warm welcome and urges me to take a seat. Zane opens his mouth to speak but decides against it, pursing his lips and clenching his fists at his sides as he sits with his 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

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

much Bigger

to me and we would watch the butterflies flutter by,”

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

me and the guilt once again returns, making me wish I

bad,” Toran reminds me, grabbing hold of

all my fault, not

pain in Zane’s heart, however, makes it hard for

aloud, hoping if Zane gave me

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