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.

was that? Did you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the

gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

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

from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

wonder, looking around

alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

bridge connects the two

bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers

is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and

small table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of

are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray

room, an air vent the only means of

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

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

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

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

pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s

the door begin to jingle, the

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

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

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

eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on the

timidly pokes the man’s arm who is

man looks down at

me kid?” He asks, taking the card and reading the words

you’re not mean.I like you.” he says,

I

I’m not a

due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane

you have

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one

the woman

cracking a little as she

love,” she sighs, trying very

is just….” she pauses, searching for the right

own way.” see in her eyes

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

the two of them

eats, careful

of the talking, explaining to him the many

suddenly bursts open, a

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

is a scar

and his eyes are almost black

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

a meeting in 15

gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

Daddy what you made for him on his special

but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to

glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

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

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

feet in an instant, screaming at the

snarls, shoving him though he

just showing you his

look me in the

in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to

one day lead this

his finger at Zane to come

behind a weak Alpha to

holds his head high,

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

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I

swelling with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

memory fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what

unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

I find Zane staring blankly

to say to help comfort him,

was a prisoner

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