The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Read The Silent Alpha by Stephanie Light Chapter 79 – Secrets

*** Trigger Warning: Physical and emotional child-abuse ahead***

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It feels strange to see the man I’ve feared for so long kneel before me, trembling like all the times I stood before him while I recited my poems. But even as he bleeds, even as he sits at my mercy, I still see the look of disgust flicker in his eyes when I speak to him for the first time in almost 20 years.

“H-Hello, father,” I snarl, my fists clenching at my sides as I fight to contain my anger. Enter title… How can he hate his own son so much!? Around me, the Scarlett Haven wolves gawk at me, unable to believe I just called their Alpha, ‘father’.

“You’re….You’re no son of mine,” Sebastian pants, his brown eyes turning blue as the wolf within takes over. “You’re nothing more than a weak, pathetic-” I swing my arm back, punching him in the jaw and nearly knocking him flat on his back before he can finish his sentence.

“E-Enough!” I growl, my father’s mouth clamping shut while his eyes widen in shock that my commands work on him. “T-that’s enough! Y-you think y-you’re so strong and so t-tough? W-well look at y-you now, father! Wh-what good is y-your strength now?” “How dare you speak to me that way!” Sebastian roars.

“y-you have silenced m-me all of my life. Y-you do not get to silence m-me before my own p-pack!” “Your pack?” He scoffs.

The Ravenstone wolves growl at his disrespect, proving that they are now loyal to me. “My p-pack,” I repeat.

“De-despite how little y-you think of me, not only did I-I find a p-pack that accepts m-me as I-I am, but I-I also managed to ou-outlive m-my replacement.”

Sebastian laughs and opens his mouth to speak only to be silenced by a slap to the face as Grayson takes over.

“Did I say you could speak?” Grayson roars, Sebastian’s eyes widening in shock at Grayson’s confidence.

A cold amused smile curls on Sebastain’s l*ps. “Pack?” he laughs.

“The man who stands beside you killed your mother and your brother and yet you proudly show your loyalty to him,” my father scoffs.

“H-he didn’t k-kill Jonathan-” That’s when I see it, the flicker of fear in his eyes when I mention my dead brother. He’s hiding something…Lowering my walls, I allow the river of thoughts to flow between us.

He can’t know about Jonathan. There’s no possible way he would know! I hear him say to his wolf. “W-what don’t I know?” I ask, my father stiffening with surprise that I know what he’s thinking.

This Novel Is Provided BY AllWorldBeauty.com “What?” he asks, bemused by my question. “I -I said, ‘W-What don’t I-I know about Jonathan?” I repeat, this time taking a menacing step forward.

My father tries to crawl back but winces when he tries to move his legs. “W-What don’t I-I know about Jonathan?” I snarl, dread settling in the pit of my stomach.

My father stares back defiantly at me, refusing to speak so I take matters into my own hands. Closing my eyes, I listen in to his subconscious, following the voices in his memories.

A coldness envelops me in the darkness before a bright light blinds me for a moment. Like a movie projection, Sebastian’s memories begin to unfold on the dock in front of him for all to see.

Scarlett Haven and Ravenstone wolves alike fall silent to watch, allowing me to focus on the many rivers of thought trying to drown me.

In the first memory I find, all I see is Sebastian sitting at his desk, staring at a hairbrush in his hand.He does not use it, just carefully caresses it for a few moments before stuffing it into a drawer and returning to his work.

For a moment, he almost looks human…until he carefully hides all his pain behind a mask of stone.

I dig a little deeper, unlocking another memory where my father berates Wyatt for questioning him.

“Zane will not take the title because he doesn’t have what it takes to look his opponent in the eye and lead his soldiers in war,” he snarls.

“He will always be weak…He’s useless…I showed mercy to him as a favor for Elenore. He was her son, but he was never mine.”

Despite the venom in his voice as he says those things, I feel a smile curl on my face and a sense of relief wash over me as I realize something amazing.

His words no longer hurt me and I am now free of the chains that bound me to him.

We are not family, just two strangers at war.  I continue scouring his memories, stumbling upon memory after memory of him ignoring the cruelty of his own pack against Agnes and I.

I travel back many years until I find myself seeing the night of my mother’s death through his own eyes.

I stand back and watch my mother leave the car to grab a snack for me, trailing behind Sebastian as they enter the King’s party.

Together they greet guests and slowly make their way towards the snack bar, smiling and laughing like the perfect couple.

To an outsider, they look like your average, happily married Alpha and Luna, but on the inside, I know my mother was screaming.

she grabs a plate of food for me. “And

I have wondered why my mother never left Sebastian, believing perhaps their bond was just too hard to break

of someone hurting your child.I was hidden away partially for fear of

I would be hurt without

just like Jonathan.

sense of pride washes over me as I recognize my mother’s strength to choose me

take the things that I need

worry, I don’t expect any of your money to help me

and he walks away, my mother turning back

hear the most blood

turns the other cheek and runs in the opposite direction, jumping on a Ravenstone wolf and tearing out

to understand how Sebastian could abandon his mate when she called his name. “y-you heard her scream,” I mumble, fighting back the angry tears that so desperately want to

these years of suffering without my mother…could have ended had Sebastian only protected his mate like he promised to the day he married her.I could have lived a good life with just

me of that beautiful life. Sebastian stares back emotionlessly, not an ounce of regret for

“Besides, who are you to judge me? You stand with the man who

are no better

Grayson pushes through to the surface, taking over control

Grayson commands, Sebastian watching in horror as his

He says through gritted teeth, attempting to disobey the command but failing, his fingers plunging into the wounds to push the

with strained agony, blood pouring from the

Sebastian’s face seething with rage and

say to me, Father?” Sebastian growls in response,

Grayson snarls, taking a step back to let me regain

the man again, I get down on one knee

clenched teeth. “And I-I never

stumbled upon one

my grandfather, Alexander, snarls as he looks down at

the presence of the

has a name,” my mother snarls, pushing me behind her to

to do it for you.” There is terror in

like I feared him. He hides it well behind an emotionless face, storming over to my mother and slapping

yelps as the sting burns across her face but she keeps her body in front of me protectively. “You may speak only if you are spoken to,” Sebastian growls, turning to

look on his face. “Make sure it never happens again.” “Yes sir,” Sebastian bows before

own fears. “Boy, come here,” my grandfather’s voice booms, my mother shaking her head at

me, hissing in her ear, “If

wonder to myself, watching my younger self tremble

grandfather snaps, younger me opening

springing to my eyes. “He-hello, gran-gran-grandpa-” The color drains from Sebastian’s face as the elder Alpha’s

scream, my little hands clawing at my arms and begging for

Sir, please,”  Sebastian pleads as I collapse on the floor, writhing and kicking from the agony

let me go and pleading with

Sebastian says, getting

fix him.Just let the kid go.” My younger self suddenly stops screaming, passed out

coldly at his kneeling son, disgusted by his behavior. “GET OFF YOUR KNEES, BOY!” my

rattle with his booming voice, and he turns to

that boy,” he says over his shoulder. “He better be fixed.” The memory fades away into mist, morphing

rocking chair, nursing me while little Jonathan plays with a crinkly foil blanket

around, I realize we are in the old cottage

pushing himself onto his feet and crawling over to his

the park,” Sebastian whispers over his shoulder, my mother nodding haphazardly as she caresses my

his truck, strapping him into the back

there was once a man under all his

them on their drive, watching my older brother play with a rattle in his hand while Sebastian glances at him through the rearview

the middle of the road

and into a ditch, the truck flipping over a few

windshield is completely shattered and the smell of gasoline lingers in the air. Dazed and confused, Sebastian looks around the truck, blood trickling from his

as he screams. Outside, the