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.

when you

grown up now, aren’t you?” I add, my

us more about you

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

chirp, holding up my

I making

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

hoping to get a reaction from either

older woman who has her brows furrowed in anger at Toran and I,

her, the small woman shaking

please?” Toran sighs, ushering me towards the

to sit as well, but he refuses

something within me, 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 every inch of me, enveloping me in

a nauseating feeling growing

whispers after a

close my eyes to concentrate,

murmurs via

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 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,

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

are much Bigger

used to read poetry to me and we would watch the

I look forward to dreaming more about you.I don’t know much about Elenore in her past life, but

from me and the guilt once again returns, making

reminds me, grabbing hold of my

all my fault, not yours.I

Zane’s heart, however, makes it hard for me to not

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

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