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,

for her to

***Natalia***

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

light,

looking around the emptiness but

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

temporarily blinding me for a

with a high

opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

bridge connects the

bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets

left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on

room, there are very few toys,

an air vent the only

room, which appears to be bolted

no child’s

This is a prison.

sheets of

to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his face

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

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle, the

the door swings open, a beautiful woman

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out

her arms, Zane resting his head on her

eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

wiggles out of his mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf

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

man looks down at little Zane

taking the card

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

glad I don’t smell,”

not a father

is due any minute now,” the woman laughs,

you have

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

woman who

her voice cracking a little as she reads before she

already a very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard

pauses, searching for

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

have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile,

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

suddenly bursts open, a

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

a scar just below his

back and his eyes are almost black

why you called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps

due for a meeting in 15

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by

for him on

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

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds

eye when addressing me, boy,” the man

the face, Zane falling over on the

feet in an instant, screaming at

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though

was just showing you

not look me

man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to his

boy that will one day

curling his finger at Zane to come

a weak Alpha to take

high, his

Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so

swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he can’t say the words, then he

in the pitch

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

staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of all

say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

a prisoner in

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