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 surrounding

little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white

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

looking around the emptiness but only

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

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments

spacious with a

sitting on the tree on the left

bridge connects

a large bed with

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

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

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

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

entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a

is no child’s

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets

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

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

is a pile of sheets

must be Zane’s memories,

jingle,

several of the locks are undone, the

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

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

Zane

piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling

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

down at

taking the card and reading the

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

I don’t

I’m not a father

any minute now,”

do you have

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

woman who

cracking a little as she reads before

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

she pauses, searching

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

lunch, okay?” she

two of them

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew

talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

bulging muscles

a scar just

hair is combed back and his eyes are

me in here, Ellie?” he

due for a meeting

son has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

made for him on

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

keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he

will look me in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the

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

in

snarls, shoving him

just showing you

look me

another man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to his

one day lead this

roars, curling his finger at

will not leave behind a weak Alpha

approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip

them back with all of his

heavily, swallowing back the sobs

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

the words, then he doesn’t deserve

pitch black with my

more painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

know what to say to help comfort him, my mind

a prisoner

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