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.

she asks, her eyes opening and

laugh a little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

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

echoes from the light, singing a sweet

wonder, looking around the

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

as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me

a high ceiling, the decor

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

bridge connects the two

bridge, there is a

a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume

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

are very few toys,

air vent the only means of fresh

entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains

no child’s

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be

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

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

pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s

on the door begin to jingle,

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

as Zane climbs out of his chair to

Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart with

blue eyes like the

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out

who is busy setting up

at little Zane

asks, taking the card and reading the words

and you’re not mean.I

glad I don’t

not a father

is due any minute now,”

have

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

to the woman who reads

cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane to

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

pauses, searching for

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes

our lunch, okay?”

dismisses Wyatt, the two of

eats, careful not

to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier

bursts open, a tall man storming

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

scar just below his

is combed back and

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

for a meeting in 15

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

made for him

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

keeps his head down, his hand shaking

will look me in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining frozen in

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

in an instant, screaming at

shoving him though he

just showing

look me in

real man looks another man in the

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

boy that will one day lead this

roars, curling his finger at

leave behind a weak Alpha to take

straightens himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his

but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his

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

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t

me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I

memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who

blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information I

prisoner in

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