The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

67. Baggage
***Trigger warning – Domestic and Child abuse depicted. Reader discretion is advised*** *** Zane*** “Are you fighting with me or staying out of this war?” Toran asks, a crippling fear grasping onto me.
My gaze shifts between my mate and mother, my heart unable to decide what to do. I can’t bear the thought of leaving Talia and Kota alone knowing that her wolf will soon emerge for its first shift but I had already lost my mother once and I don’t have the strength to lose her again.
As I struggle to find my answer, Rionna replies for me.
“You will not drag my son into this,” she declares, standing protectively in front of me. “I am Ravenstone’s Luna and it’s me Sebastian wants. I’ll go back. You just leave my son out of this.”
Toran eyes my mother with an emotionless expression plastered on his face and he sighs tiredly as he formulates a response.
My mind, however, drifts off to the memories of my mother and father when I was a child. My father aimed most of his anger towards me but my mother was never exempt from his abuse. He would not hesitate to slap or hit her if she stood in the way of my punishment and she always did.
***Flashback***
“Why did you stop?” My father snarls, slowly unbuckling his belt from his waist. He rises to his feet, towering over me as I hold my book with trembling hands. “I didn’t say you could stop.”
I stare at the word “colonel” from the poem I am reading, tears springing to my eyes as I realize I will inevitably stutter through it. I purse my lips and shake my head, preferring to take my punishment now rather than anger him more with my failure.
“Say it,” my father commands as I hold my breath, close my eyes, and start to count. 1… 2… 3… 4…
I hear his swift footsteps start to charge towards me, the sting of his belt rippling behind my thigh. At once, the breath i’ve been holding is released with a s.cream as I receive a second lick to the back of my knees.
“Dadd-> “I told you to speak!” My father roars, raising his hand above his head to hit me again.
“Sebastian, stop it!” My mother begs, tugging at his shirt in a weak attempt to get him to stop whipping me.“ Stop it! Stop it, don’t hurt my baby!”
She beats her fists against his shoulders to make him stop and he shoves her away from him absent-mindedly to hit me again. When she doesn’t stop attacking him, he turns against her, pinning her to the ground with his large thighs and grabbing at her thrashing arms to hold her still. He whips her relentlessly with the belt, my mother begging for him to let her go.
She calls to his wolf but it seems my father is in complete control, beating her over and over again until he draws blood.
Horrified, I pick up the book again and search for my place through my tears. “Col-co-colo-” I stammer through hiccups as my father snarls at me. “Say it right and I’ll stop,” he challenges me, my legs shaking so severely, I have to kneel to keep from falling over.
“I-It’s okay, Zane,” my mother wheezes. “You can
“Shut up!” My father roars, grabbing my mother by the throat before turning to me. “You better speak up, boy or I’ll hurt her.”
It was the longest day of my life that day, my mother taking the blows without ever getting angry with me. Even as I failed over and over again, she did not s.cream at me, nor did she ever blame me for her hospital visit that
day.

I cannot let my mother face that monster again. “N-no…” | protest, shaking my head at my mother and pushing her aside. “N-no… y-you can’t go.” “Zane, it’s my pack-“.
“M-my father will ki-kill you if he finds ou-out you married T-Toran,” | insist, my eyes pleading with her to listen.“ H-he can’t see y-you. N-not now. H-he’ll hurt you,” I beg her, Rionna’s mouth hanging open in shock. “1-1-1 go in y-your place. I-I don’t want him to h-hurt y-you again.”
Tears fill Rionna’s eyes and she holds her head in her hands, cursing herself for being unable to remember her life with my father. It does not matter to me, however. I remember… and I do not want my father to ever touch her again.
Talia squeezes my hands tightly and I feel the slight tremor in her touch but she does not utter a word as I beg to take my mother’s place in this war. She hides her face in Kota’s hair and I sense the deep fear in her fast beating heart.
“Ta-Talia…” She gives my hand another squeeze and shakes her head.
“It’s okay…” She whispers, doing her best to remain calm in Kota’s presence. “It’s okay. Kota and I are going to be okay, so you don’t have to worry about us,” she says through a forced smile. “We’ll be fine.”
Talia puts on a brave face and looks me in the eye, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. “I love you,” she murmurs. “Just come back to me in one piece.”
So many unsaid words hang in the air but we do not get the chance to exchange them as Toran reminds us of the severity of the situation.
“We’ll meet you at the cars in one hour,” Toran says as he clears his throat. “Pack quickly. We only have a few hours before Sebastian launches his attack and we need to prepare for what he might have up his sleeve.” Toran’s usually calm face falters slightly, softening as he looks up at my mother. “Ri…”
She, however, ignores him entirely, turning on her heel to storm out. Toran can only watch in distress as my mothers slams the door behind her, and his thoughts slowly trickle into my mind.
“I’m sorry, my love,” he thinks to himself before the man of stone returns, his face neutral and stoic once more.
“One hour,” he mutters aloud before walking out with Tylen at his heels. Kota yawns tiredly, Talia smoothing back his hair and kissing his forehead. “Hi Evan,” he whispers as he lays his head on Talia’s shoulder and waves “Hey squirt,” Evan grins, ruffling up Kota’s hair. “Zane, Talia,” Queen Aurora sighs. “I’m afraid Oliver and I will be leaving in a few hours as well.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. Who will protect my family while I am away?
“I’ve been summoned to France to deal with Alpha Jacque and Benoit,” the Queen explains. “Unfortunately, can’t send a representative. But don’t worry. I’ll try to be back as soon as I can.”
“W-Who will pro-protect my family?” I ask.
“Beta Carter and Rosalie will be in charge of River Moon while we are away,” Oliver explains. “Evan will be traveling with us.”
Evan audibly groans but stops when Oliver gives him a stern look.
My heart begins to beat a little faster and I question if I am making the right decision to leave my family here while I fight.
“Don’t worry Zane. Talia, Kota, Rionna, and Agnes will be safe,” Aurora continues, “My twin, Celina, will be taking charge of the kingdom from the Lluvia Blanca Pack for the time being so they are in good hands,” she smiles kindly at my mate. “There shouldn’t be any problems.”
“It’s okay,” Talia tries to reassure me. “I’m not as weak as I look.” she says with a forced laugh. “We’re surrounded by wolves. We’ll be perfectly safe.”
My uneasiness does not fade away with her words but I also cannot let my mother face my father now that she has built a new life in Ravenstone.
“Come on, I’ll help you pack,” Talia murmurs, interlocking our hands and pulling me towards the door. She’s a little too eager to get rid of us, Grayson sulks, a part of him wishing Talia would get on her knees and beg
us to stay.
She, however, keeps her head held high as she walks me out of the office, her face resting in a neutral state. I lower my walls to listen in on her thoughts, hearing her count each step she takes in her head to keep her mind busy.
“Left, right, left, right, left,” She chants, keeping a strong smile on her cheeks.
When we reach the house, Agnes is sitting at the dining table with Rionna, pouring a cup of tea for her. Tylen is also there, standing just beside Rionna with an envelope in his hand. The three of them seem to be caught in a conversation all on their own so we walk past them up the stairs to our bedroom.
Talia sets Kota down on the bed while she searches for my bag and she begins searching for my clothes. “Mommy, can I help?” Kota asks as Talia folds some t-shirts and shorts for me.
“Sure sweetie,” Talia chirps with a little too much enthusiasm. “Bring me some of Zane’s socks from the dresser,” she says, pointing to the dresser on the far side of the room.
Kota skips over and brings Talia two pairs of my socks which she carefully folds and stuffs into my bag. “T-Talia…” She ignores me, humming quietly to herself as she works. “T-Talia…” I repeat, Talia’s eyes scanning the room for things to pack.
“You’ll need your toothbrush and razor,” Talia gasps, rushing off to the bathroom. She returns a few moments later with my toiletries and waves a bottle of sunscreen in my face. “Do not forget to put this on. It’s hot and you’re
pale”
“Talia!” | snap, grabbing her by the shoulders.
A stunned look washes over her face and tears gather in her eyes. Neither one of us makes a sound as it becomes evidently clear Talia is just trying to cope. I can’t seem to find the right words to soothe her fears, the uncertainty of this war clouding my every thought.
“Y-you forgot m-my hair gel,” I whisper quietly, Talia nodding her head and running back to the bathroom to get
“Daddy, where are you going?” Kota suddenly asks, climbing on the bed to play with the zipper of my bag.
“Daddy is going on a little trip,” Talia answers for me as she returns with the jar of hair gel in her hand. Her eyes and nose are a little red but she nonetheless forces a smile on her face and tucks the gel into the bag.
“To where?” Kota asks, turning to me. “Can I go with you, Daddy?” Talia pulls Kota onto her lap and kisses his forehead. “Daddy is going to fight some bad guys,” Talia explains. “So he can’t take you.” Kota’s eyes widen like saucers. “Like a superhero?” he gasps,