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 opening and scanning the surrounding

a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

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

echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow

blinding me for a few moments

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping

bridge connects the

there is a large bed with forest

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

wall and hundreds of books and

very few toys, only a

windows in the room, an air vent

can make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and

is 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

left eye is completely swollen shut,

sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane”

him, there is a pile of sheets

Zane’s memories,

jingle, the little boy stiffening

the door swings

resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with

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

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

the desk, pulling out a small card with a

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

down at little

for me kid?” He asks, taking the card and reading

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I

I’m glad I don’t smell,”

not a

wife is due any minute now,” the woman laughs,

you have a card for your

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one

the woman who reads it

good now,” she says, her voice cracking

my love,” she sighs, trying

is just….” she pauses, searching for

very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even

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

two of them

eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on

bursts open,

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and

scar just

dark hair is combed back and

to explain why you called me in here,

due for a meeting in

has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

what you made for

not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card

his head down, his

the eye when addressing me,

then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the

feet in an instant,

snarls, shoving him

was just showing

me

man looks another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to his

boy that will one

curling his finger at Zane

I will not leave behind a

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

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

back the sobs

faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t

fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I just

unkind to a man who has grown up

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

help comfort him, my mind

was a prisoner

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