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.

so frustrated with yourself when you couldn’t

aren’t you?” I add,

you than Toran can…

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

handsome,” I chirp, holding up my smile despite the man’s

making him

the young woman

beautiful,” I smile, hoping to

smiles at me but I can tell she and I have never met by the way she looks at me.I turn to 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 sighs, ushering me towards

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

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 the safety

I whisper, a nauseating feeling growing in my belly when a

….Y-you don’t know w-who I- I am?” he whispers after a long silence, his words cutting

silence and I close my eyes to concentrate, willing my memories to

murmurs via mind-link,

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

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

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to read poetry to me and we would watch the butterflies flutter

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

the guilt once again returns, making me wish I could remember who

grabbing hold of my

not yours.I

Zane’s heart, however, makes it hard for me to

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

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