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.

you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the

little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

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

voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me

with a high ceiling, the decor

sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree

rope bridge connects the

the bridge, there is a large bed with

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

chairs sits beside the the left wall and

this appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting

the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

room, which appears to be

is no child’s

This is a prison.

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

find that his left eye is completely

at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a sheet of

pile of sheets repeating the same

Zane’s memories, I

to jingle, the

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

kind eyes and warm smile resemble

note, watching as Zane climbs out

giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out

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

down at little

taking the card and reading the words

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not

I’m glad I don’t smell,”

not a father

any minute now,”

sweetie, do you have a card

out another card, this

to the woman who reads it out

cracking a little as she

are already a very good boy, my love,” she sighs,

pauses, searching for the right

very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe her

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

the two of

quiet as he eats, careful not

the many birds she saw

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

is a scar just below his

is combed back and

in here,

a meeting in 15

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

for

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

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining

his arm and strikes Zane in the face,

in an

she snarls, shoving him though he does not

was just showing

did not look me in

in

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to his

that will one day lead this

curling his finger at

leave behind a weak

high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out

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

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to

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

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 cherished

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

comfort him, my mind still reeling from

a prisoner

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