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

add, my excitement growing

tell us more about you than Toran can…

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

holding up my smile despite the man’s

making him

the

to get a reaction from either of

to the small older woman who has her brows furrowed in anger at Toran and I, my heart skipping a beat at her clear Had I upset her

the small woman shaking

Toran sighs, ushering me towards

to sit as well, but he refuses to move an inch, completely paralyzed

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

a nauseating feeling growing in my belly when a pained look flashes

after a long silence, his words cutting into my heart with

my eyes to concentrate, willing my memories to

Toran murmurs via mind-link, his

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

since I’ve woken up.I know my name was 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 little fragments or hints of my memory….And you are always in them,”I smile at Zane, several tears rolling down his

are much

we would watch the butterflies

to dreaming more about you.I don’t know much about Elenore in her past life, but I know she was happiest with

turns to hide his face from me and the guilt once again returns, making

feel bad,” Toran reminds me, grabbing hold of my hand and

all my fault, not yours.I did this

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

you?” I whisper aloud, hoping if Zane gave

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