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.

frustrated with yourself when you couldn’t say a word right…” I mutter to myself,

you?” I add, my excitement growing

us more about you than Toran

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

handsome,” I chirp, holding up my smile despite the

making him

to the young woman beside him

smile, hoping to get a reaction from either

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 skipping a beat at

ask her, the small

you sit down, please?” Toran sighs, ushering me towards

well, but he refuses to move

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 of its

am I to you?” I whisper, a nauseating feeling growing in my belly when a pained look

after a long silence, his

washes over me as his despair grows with my silence and I close my eyes to concentrate, willing my memories to come back to me, but all

” Toran murmurs via mind-link, his voice soft

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 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 me with so much emotion, hanging on to every word of my story. “I didn’t feel much like a prisoner, however,” I add with a smile. “I was given a comfortable room after I woke up from my coma and was allowed to explore the pack house whenever I pleased.) even had company with Tylen.He would visit me every day to share a meal with me or play board games,” I explain, patting Tylen’s shoulder, though he appears lost in thought, his eyes focusing on Agnes. How odd…I sigh. “Toran would also come to visit a lot, asking me if I could remember anything

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

much

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

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

once again returns,

me, grabbing hold of my hand and

fault, not

Zane’s heart, however, makes it hard for

am I to you?” I whisper aloud, hoping if Zane gave me a hint, I might

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