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

laugh a little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

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

echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

voice coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness

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

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

tree-like structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

bridge connects

bridge, there is a large bed

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

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

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

an air vent the only means of fresh

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

child’s

This is a prison.

over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

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

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

there is a pile of

Zane’s

begin to jingle,

are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

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

my beautiful boy,” she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her

piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and

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

timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy

down at little

asks, taking the card and reading

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

glad I

not a father

is due any minute now,” the woman

do you have a card

nods anyway and fishes out another card,

it to the woman who reads it out

promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before

my love,” she sighs, trying very hard

she pauses, searching for the

his own way.” see in her eyes that

okay?”

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

most of the talking, explaining to him the many

open, a tall man

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

scar

is combed back and his eyes are almost black with

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

for a meeting in 15

gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling in his

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

Daddy what you made for him on his

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the

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

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

in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a

feet in an instant, screaming at

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing you

did not look me in

another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

one

roars, curling his finger at Zane to

a weak Alpha to take my

head high, his

eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with

the sobs I know he wants

faces his father, my heart swelling with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he

in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at

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

find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid

to say to help comfort him, my mind

was a prisoner in

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