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 gesture for

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light,

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

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

envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for

and spacious with a high

the tree on the left and

bridge connects the two

a large bed

to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

the left wall and hundreds of books and index

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

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

entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

horror, find that his left eye is

as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a sheet

pile of sheets

be Zane’s memories, I

on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

locks are undone, the door swings open,

smile resemble Zane’s

out of his chair to greet

my beautiful boy,” she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart with

like

pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf

who is busy setting up the food on the

man looks down at little Zane and

kid?” He asks, taking the

you’re not mean.I

I’m glad I

not a father

due any minute now,”

you have

fishes out

to the woman who reads it out

to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane

are already a very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to

she pauses, searching

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

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

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

careful not to chew loudly or make

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the

open, a tall man

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

a scar just below his

and

called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps

for a meeting in

a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

him

you made for

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

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

will look me in the eye when addressing me, boy,”

the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a

on her feet in an

snarls, shoving him though

just showing you

did not look me in the eye!” Sebastian

another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane

one

finger at Zane to

behind a weak

little boy straightens himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out to the

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

the sobs I know

swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he doesn’t deserve to call me

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with

than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who

I find Zane staring blankly at

comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

a prisoner in his

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