The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Chapter 28

Zane***

“You can use my phone if that helps,”

Talia suggests, pulling out her phone from her pocket and unlocking it for me.

Beads of sweat gather at my temple as I stare blankly at the Notepad app.

She’s not asking for much, Grayson mutters.

Did you miss the part where she’s been married to a perfect Alpha? I snap at him.

What do you think will go through her head when she realizes she’s mated to a freak? You are being dramatic, Grayson groans.

He wasn’t THAT perfect.

He cheated on her! WITH HER SISTER! That’s not the point! The point is my own father refused to recognize meas his son! \retort.

When Talia realizes how truly worthless I am, she’ll reject me like everyone else has.

Do you not trust our mate will treat us fairly? Grayson asks.

I look up at my mate, her smile faltering with my everlasting silence.

She deserves the truth…

Grayson sighs.

And so do we.

We won’t know how she truly feels about us if all we show her is a lie.

But…Anything.

The phone trembles in my hand, my fingers unwilling to type out a message.

Minutes crawl by before Talia finally loses her patience.

“Okay, I think this date is over,”

Talia laughs dryly, my heart sinking as a few tears cling to her eyes.

She wipes at them angrily and starts to get up, disappointed by my lack of response.

“I honestly don’t even know what I was expecting,” she mutters, shaking her head at herself.

“This was such a f*****g mistake and I can’t even be mad at you because I did this to myself,” she huffs, rolling her eyes.

“I should have just kept my mouth shut.”

She presses the palms of her hands against her eyes to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

“Please take me home,” she whimpers.

“I don’t want to be here anymore.”

My mind goes into a panic when I hear the hurt in her voice.I open my mouth to explain but it feels as though the wind has been knocked out of me and all that comes out is a gasp.

Come on! I snap at myself.

Say something! But the harder I try to utter a word, the drier my mouth feels and the heavier my tongue becomes.

All the memories of my father screaming at me to speak come flooding back and the words get caught in my throat, unable to escape.

She deserves the truth, I remind myself, taking a few deep breaths and rising to my feet shoulders and turn her towards me, embracing her in my arms.

I try to hold her to my chest but Talia only shakes her head in anger at me.

“No,” she cries.

“You don’t get to just hug this all away.I told you my story.I shared my pain with you,” she hiccups.

“Why can’t you do the same for me?”

Knowing she is right, I urge her to sit back down, patting the space beside me as my eyes plead with her to sit.

Reluctantly, she settles down, hugging her knees to her chest.

Her brown eyes watch me carefully, scrutinizing my every move.

I pull the phone from my pocket and after she unlocks it, I type out my plan.

“I can’t tell you my story, but I can show you,” She reads aloud.

“Close your eyes.”

She gives me a confused look but I just smile and place my hand over my own eyes to show her what I need from her.

Very hesitantly, she places both hands over her eyes, sighing deeply in annoyance.

Taking a deep breath, I close my own eyes and concentrate, letting down my walls and accepting the river of thoughts coming from my mate.

“This is silly,” her voice echoes in my head.

“Shhh,”

I whisper, Talia suddenly jumping up and looking around frantically.

hear something?” she asks, her eyes

for her

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

of a woman echoes from the light, singing

I wonder, looking around

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards

abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

a high ceiling,

the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a

rope bridge connects the two

is a large bed with forest covers and

to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and

chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds

be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only

my surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and cool

near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5

my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark

scribbles “My name is Zane” over and

pile of sheets

Zane’s

begin to jingle, the

locks are undone, the door

warm smile resemble

as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her

like the

of his mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn

who is busy setting up

down at little Zane and

the card and reading

very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his face softening

I don’t smell,”

I’m not

due any minute now,” the woman

have a card for

and fishes out another card, this one darker

woman who reads it

says, her voice cracking a little as

she sighs, trying

is just….” she pauses,

his own way.” see in her eyes that even

I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile,

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

the talking, explaining to him the

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and

scar

is combed back and

called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at the

for a meeting

gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

for him on his

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out

man towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds

me, boy,” the man spits, Zane

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the

on her feet in an instant, screaming at

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him

was just showing

look me in the eye!”

in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to

that will one day lead this pack,

his finger

behind a weak Alpha to take my

approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds

but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his

sobs I

tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t

in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I

than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should have

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

was a prisoner in his

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