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.

asks, her eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

a little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

little white light appears in the

a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and I

coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

I decide to follow the

abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few

spacious with a high ceiling,

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

rope bridge connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a

beside the the left wall

room, there are very few toys, only a

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

bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

several sheets

left eye is completely

at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is

there is a pile of

must be Zane’s

jingle,

the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

Zane resting his head

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

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

who is busy

at little Zane and

asks, taking the

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

glad I

I’m not a father

wife is due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

have

out another card, this one darker and with no

hands it to the woman who reads

her voice cracking a little

good boy, my love,” she

is just….” she pauses, searching for the right

in his own way.” see in her

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

the two of

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

does most of the talking, explaining to him the

suddenly bursts open,

muscles and

is a scar just

dark hair is combed back and

in here, Ellie?” he

due for a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by

made for

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of

man towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

will look me in the eye when addressing me,

Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

on her feet in an

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he does not

just showing

look me in

in

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

one day lead

his finger at Zane

a weak Alpha

as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip

little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to

the sobs I know he

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to call me father,” Sebastian

fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart

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

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

say to help comfort him, my mind

was a prisoner in his own

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