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.

something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a

voice coming from?” I wonder, looking around

decide to follow the voice

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

with a high ceiling, the

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

bridge connects the two

bridge, there is a

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with

beside the the left wall and

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

air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and cool

to be bolted shut with a myriad of

no child’s

This is a prison.

over several sheets of

left eye

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

pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s memories, I

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy

locks are undone, the door

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

out of his

she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

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

who is busy setting up

man looks down at little Zane

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

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I

glad I don’t smell,” he

I’m not a

is due any minute now,” the woman laughs,

do you have

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

woman who reads

good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls

she sighs, trying very hard not to

just….” she pauses, searching for the

much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that

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

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of

very quiet as he eats, careful

the talking, explaining to him the many

open,

4, his bulging muscles and broad

scar

is combed back and his eyes are

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

due for a meeting in 15

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

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

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

you made for

climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as

addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane

then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

feet in an instant, screaming at

snarls, shoving him though

just showing you his

did not look me

man looks another man in the

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

boy that will one day lead this pack,

roars, curling his finger at Zane

a

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

cling to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so

sobs I know

legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call

the pitch black with my heart shattering

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

find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

prisoner in his

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