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,

gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black abyss of my

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

that voice coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

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

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

a high ceiling, the

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on

connects the

is a large bed

of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a

the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on

few toys, only

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

of the room, which appears to be

child’s room,

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of

that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises

furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and

pile of sheets repeating the same

Zane’s memories,

to jingle, the little boy stiffening

the door swings open, a beautiful woman

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

as Zane climbs out of his chair to

him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but not

pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on

man’s arm who is busy setting up the food on the

at

the card and reading the

and you’re not mean.I like

I’m glad I

I’m not a

due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane

do you have a card for

fishes out another card, this one darker and with

woman who reads

be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little

very good boy, my love,” she

is just….” she pauses, searching for

loves you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she

our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane nodding

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

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

talking, explaining to him the many birds

open, a tall

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

is a scar just

is combed back and his eyes are almost black with

you called me in here, Ellie?” he

for a meeting in 15

has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

you made for him on

mother, climbing out of

keeps his head down, his hand shaking

the eye when addressing me, boy,” the

strikes Zane in the face,

her feet in an instant, screaming at the

she snarls, shoving

showing you his

me in the eye!”

looks another man in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to his

will one day lead this

curling his finger at Zane

leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

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

strong, holding them back with all

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he

heart swelling with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to call

into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch

unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved

Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face

to say to help comfort him,

was a prisoner in his own

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