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

laugh a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

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

light, singing

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing

is large and spacious with a

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

connects the two

bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall

there are very few toys,

an air vent the only means of fresh air,

appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more

eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety

with his sleeve as he scribbles

pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s memories,

on the door begin to jingle, the little

the door swings

resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

out

her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in

blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a

the man’s arm who is

down at

asks, taking the card and reading

and you’re not mean.I like you.” he

I don’t smell,”

I’m not a

minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

do you have a card

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

the woman who reads it out

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

boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not

just….” she pauses, searching for

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

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

the two of

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run

open,

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

scar just

and his eyes are almost black with

called me in here,

due for a meeting in 15

has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

him

you made for him on

his mother, climbing out of his

man towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out the

me in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the man spits,

raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a small

in an instant,

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him though

just showing you his

did not look me in the eye!”

looks another man in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane

will one day

roars, curling his finger

not leave behind a

out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he

holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his father any

swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to let

and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he doesn’t deserve

the pitch black with my heart

is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved

staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of all

to say to help comfort him, my

was a prisoner in his own

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