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.

asks, her eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light

voice of a woman echoes from the light,

coming from?” I wonder, looking around the

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

me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing a

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

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

connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers

the opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped

the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf

are no windows in the room, an air vent the only

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

child’s

This is a prison.

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

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

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s

on the door begin to jingle,

are undone, the door swings open, a

warm smile resemble

out of his chair

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

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he

to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn

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

looks down at little

He asks, taking the card and reading the words out

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his face

I don’t

not a father

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

sweetie, do you have a card for

smile falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture on

hands it to the woman who reads

promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking

a very good boy, my love,” she

she pauses, searching

in his own way.” see in her eyes that even

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

the two of them enjoying their meal

careful not to chew loudly or make

does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on

suddenly bursts open, a

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

a scar just

combed back and his eyes are almost

in here, Ellie?” he snaps

due for a meeting in

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

Daddy what you made for

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

keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as

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

in the face, Zane falling over on the

feet in an instant, screaming

you animal!” she snarls, shoving

was just showing you

not look me in the eye!” Sebastian

man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane

will one day lead

curling his finger at

I will not leave behind a

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

but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his

the sobs I

swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to call me father,”

fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with

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

blankly at the floor,

to help comfort him, my

was a prisoner in his

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