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

little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

a little white light appears in the black

the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

that voice coming from?” I wonder, looking

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to

as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back

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

the tree on the

rope bridge connects the

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

side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume

the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

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

the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and cool

make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

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

furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a sheet of

pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s memories,

begin to jingle, the

several of the locks are undone, the

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

must be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of

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

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf

pokes the man’s arm who is

looks down at little Zane

asks, taking the card and

you’re not mean.I like you.”

I’m glad I don’t

I’m not

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

sweetie, do you have a card for your

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

to the woman who reads it

good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane to

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

just….” she pauses, searching for

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

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

two of them enjoying

careful not to chew loudly or

the many birds

open, a tall man storming

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

a scar just

and his eyes are almost black with

why you called me in here, Ellie?”

a meeting in

a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is

“Go on, Zane,”

him

Daddy what you made for him

his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly

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

me, boy,”

his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over

in

she snarls, shoving

showing

me

looks another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to his

boy that will one day lead

finger at Zane to

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to

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

strong, holding them back with all of his

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to let

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he

alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at

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

I find Zane staring blankly

to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

was a prisoner in his own

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