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 scanning the surrounding

and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

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

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

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

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for

large and spacious with a

sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping

rope bridge connects the two

is a large bed with forest

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

the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

are very few toys,

there are no windows in the room, an air

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

child’s room,

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of

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

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

a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s memories,

door begin to jingle, the little boy

several of the locks are undone, the

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

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

her arms, Zane resting his

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he

of his mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn

is

looks down at little Zane

asks, taking the card and reading the words

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he

glad I don’t smell,”

not

wife is due any minute now,”

sweetie, do you have a card for

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

woman who

she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and

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

just….” she pauses, searching for the right

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

you and I have our lunch, okay?”

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

eats, careful not to chew loudly

the many

open, a

his bulging muscles and broad

a scar just below his

back and his eyes are

called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps

for a meeting in

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

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

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

Daddy what you made for him

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

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

me,

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the

feet in an instant, screaming at the

she snarls, shoving him though he

was just showing you his

look me in the eye!”

man in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to his

boy that will one day lead this pack,

finger at Zane to come

leave behind a

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he

but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all

sobs I

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

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

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

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his

know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

a prisoner in

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