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

and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light

the light, singing a sweet lullaby

coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness

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

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding

large and spacious with a high ceiling,

sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping

bridge connects the

is a large bed with forest

small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

this appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few

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

appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5

closer to him and to my horror, find that his left eye

as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over

a pile

Zane’s

to jingle, the little boy

the door swings open, a

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

note, watching as Zane climbs out of

Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart with

blue eyes like the ocean,

pulling out a small

who is busy setting

looks down at little Zane

for me kid?” He asks, taking the

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

I’m glad I

not a father

due any minute now,”

you have a card

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker

to the woman who reads it

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

already a very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to let her tears

just….” she pauses, searching for the

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

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

two of

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew

to him the many birds she saw

open,

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

a scar just

is combed back and his eyes

to explain why you called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at the

a meeting in 15

gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

for him on his

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

keeps his

addressing me, boy,” the man

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

on her feet in an instant,

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him

just showing you his

look me in

man looks another man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

will one

finger at Zane to

a weak Alpha

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

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

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me

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

have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should have

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the

comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the

a prisoner in

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