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.

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

little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and I

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing

decide to follow the voice

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

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

connects

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

kitchenette equipped with a sink,

beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on

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

air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation

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

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

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

furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles

there is a pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s

jingle, the

are undone, the door swings open,

warm smile resemble

Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with

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

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

the desk, pulling out a small card with a

arm who is busy setting up the food on the

man looks down at little

asks, taking the card and reading

and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his face softening

I don’t smell,” he

I’m not a father

is due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

have a card for

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

the woman who reads it

Dad.I promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she

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

just….” she pauses, searching

way.” see in

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

Wyatt, the two of them

careful not to chew loudly or make

the many birds she saw on

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders

is a scar just below

combed back and his eyes are

called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at

for a meeting in

a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

made for him on

looks at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

nostrils keeps his

eye when addressing me,

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a

on her feet in an instant,

snarls, shoving him though

showing you his

look me in the eye!” Sebastian

man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

one day lead this

finger at

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

his head high,

them back with all of his might so as not

sobs

legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to call me

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

been unkind to a man who has

blankly at the floor, his face devoid

know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

was a prisoner in his own

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