The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

*Zane ***

“What is your name?” my father’s voice booms, my shirt balled up in his fist as he holds me up against the wall.

 I swallow the sob caught in my throat and blink away my tears as I try to concentrate on my words. “Z-Z-Za-“

 Before I can finish my attempt, my father’s fist races towards my face, the blow connecting just below my jaw, sending a surge of pain to jolt my small body. I taste the blood instantly, the metallic flavor all too familiar against my tongue.

 “Sebastian, please!” my mother cries pathetically, grabbing at my father’s bicep to pull me free from his grip.

 “Try again!” my father growls, slamming me against the wall.

 Fear bubbles in the pit of my stomach as I stare at my father’s cold eyes looking back at me with so much hatred, so much shame at having me for a son. My mouth suddenly feels extremely dry as it hangs open. I could feel my name at the back of my throat but try as I might, I simply could not utter a single coherent sound.

 At 6 years old, my stutter was no longer a cute little phase but a problem. No matter how hard I concentrate, no matter how hard I try, I find stringing together a single sentence a daunting task, something not within my reach. I knew my father grew embarrassed every time I struggled to pronounce my own name even to the maids.

 It was not a hard name either. Zane White. Simple, or at least it should be.

 To fix this problem, my father, the Silver wolf Alpha of the Scarlet Haven Pack, had the best speech therapists flown in, but none were successful in curing my defect. I was incurable and in my father’s eyes, this fact was unacceptable.

 I had yet to be presented to the pack as the next Alpha and so far only two maids, the beta and my mother’s Gamma knew what I looked like. I was the hidden Heir of Scarlet Haven, locked away within the Pack mansion. The one no one had ever seen before and for good reason too.

 My father had a lot of enemies. His first son, Jonathan, had been killed by our silver wolf rivals, the Ravenstone Clan just a few days shy of his first birthday and my father feared someone would try to kill me before I could take the title. My incurable stutter only added to his need to hide me; for how could the next Alpha of one of the most prestigious Silver Wolf Packs on the West Coast have a stutter?  

 Having given up on the professional therapist, my father took matters into his own hands, literally.

 And that’s where I currently find myself now, in his hands and at his mercy.

 Mom tries to help me, but she is too weak to stop the furious Alpha from taking out his frustrations on my face.

 My jaw burns as I open it once more. Pushing through the pain, I close my eyes and concentrate on my name dancing on the tip of my tongue. I try to make a sound but the fear of my father’s fist makes my throat run dry. Rather than my name coming out, a small squeak escapes my lips.

 Infuriated, my father’s brown eyes begin to glow blue as his wolf makes his presence known. His piercing eyes look at me with disgust and I suddenly fall to the ground as the Alpha turns on his heel.

 “He’s not even worth my time,” the Alpha snarls over his shoulder. He turns to my mother.  “Pick up your son and keep him quiet during the party.  Make sure he doesn’t embarrass me any further.”

 He slams the door on his way out and the sob I had been holding in finally breaks free. My mother gently picks me up, cradling my head as she whispers soothing words to me.

 “It’s okay, Zane,” she coos. “I know you’re trying…”

 “I-I’m s-s-orr-y,” I hiccup. “H-he ha-tes me!”

 “No he doesn’t,” My mother protests, smoothing down my hair and kissing my forehead. “He’s just a little frustrated. There’s just a lot on his plate right now.” She helps me to my feet and dusts me off. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

 After getting dressed , my mother walks me down to the car where my father waits impatiently for us. It was the King’s birthday today and all the Alphas of the Crescent Mane Kingdom and their families would be attending. Unfortunately for me, this would also be the day my father officially presented me to the Kingdom as the next Alpha of the Scarlet Haven pack. 

 I go over my lines in my head as we drive to the King’s territory where we find several guests already mingling outside of the King’s Mansion.

 “Hi, my name is Zane,” I mumble to myself over and over again until I feel I could say nothing else.

 My father stops the car and stares at me through the rearview mirror, his cold eyes boring holes into my head.

your name?”

close my eyes to concentrate because I knew if I kept staring at those cold angry eyes,

stutter, my body stiffening in preparation

 But it never comes. Instead, I’m met with cold silence. Mustering up some courage, I open one eye and steal a

out of the car. “Don’t bother coming out.

off towards the mansion, completely ashamed of myself and my voice. My mother tries

place and hang out for the rest

wipe my tears and she

reaching for the door handle. “I’ll go fetch us a snack and we’ll hide out until

was who. I memorized all of the packs in the Kingdom and knew Scarlett Haven was not the only Silver wolf pack in Crest Mane. I

onlookers in awe and wonder. He had the gift of gas manipulation. His body could morph into a toxic gas, allowing

hope on the night of my first shift that I would not disappoint my father and

the distance. I scramble to the back of the car and peek through

 Ravenstone wolves…

the screaming overpowers the music playing from the Mansion, wolves rushing to protect their mates. Lunas and their pups are quickly whisked away by their gammas to safer locations. Our Gamma, Wyatt, had come with his family in a separate car. I just hope he finds my mother in time to protect

the sounds of death around me as Ravenstone wolves attack. Frightened by the terrifying screams,

it is I who

I hear a sickening scream. My body stiffens with fear but upon hearing my mother’s voice, I force my legs to move onward. That’s when I see the most horrifying scene that would forever haunt me in my

Ravenstone wolf, my

 “M-mom?” I whimper, my

fills her blue orbs as we make eye contact while the wolf sinks his teeth into her throat. I open my mouth to scream but my voice never leaves my lips as I

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of my bed with a thud. My roommates groan in annoyance and I quickly scramble to my feet. The clock reads 5 am and I decide to get a

drum against my skin, the room quickly filling with steam. I count my scars

the attack and my life is starkly different

battle, my father made the announcement that both my mother and I had died in the attack. Gamma Wyatt and the maids who knew of me were sworn to secrecy while I was locked away in my room, left to mourn the loss of my only companion

whom he would be passing his title to when the time came. I was formally stripped of my rank the day my half brother, Caine, was

Alpha. Agnes was a small woman, no more than 5 feet tall and quite beautiful. Her looks, however, were not the reason she was spared from

met her. It was the only time my father came to see me before I left

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….FLASH BACK….

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voice echoes across the

heard him correctly. The look of disdain in his eyes for me hadn’t faded after all this time we spent apart. My legs shake as I stand before the man I

 “You will be moving to the Omega house with her,” he adds. “She’ll help you pack your things.” He growls when both Agnes and I remain frozen in place. “Do I have to repeat myself? Get

over her feet and collapses onto the ground in front of me. Tears line her eyes as she looks around the room frantically. I

at my father,

tap her shoulder, offering my hand to help her up. Seeing that I did not intend to hurt her, Agnes slowly lowers her arms and

hands in front of her face, thrusting them forward. I wrinkle my

ears and shakes a finger at me. When I

again to her ears and smiling. “My name is Agnes.

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before the rest of

houses nearly 70 Mated and Unmated Omegas, and despite its size, is severely overcrowded. I share my bedroom with three other omegas, Simon, Luca, Timothy, all of whom