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 surrounding

a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

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

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

is that voice coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing

thoughts, I decide to follow the voice

temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

spacious with a high

structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a

rope bridge connects

there is a large

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

wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

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

there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and

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

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5

his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his face

with his sleeve as he scribbles “My

a pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s memories, I

on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

are undone, the door

resemble Zane’s whenever

climbs out of his chair to

arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the

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

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up

looks down at little Zane and

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

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

I’m glad I don’t smell,”

I’m not

minute now,” the woman

you have a

slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card,

woman

voice cracking a little as

boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to

she pauses, searching

loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes

and I have our lunch, okay?”

Wyatt, the two of them

is very quiet as he eats, careful not

most of the talking, explaining to him the

bursts open, a tall man storming

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

is a scar

is combed back and his eyes are almost black with

me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at

for a meeting in 15

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

what you made for him on his special

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

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

me, boy,” the

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

in an instant,

shoving him though he does not

just showing you his

look me in the

looks another man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

that will one day lead

finger at Zane to come

not leave behind a weak

he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out to the

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

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t

all alone in the pitch black with

the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling

Zane staring blankly at the floor, his

to help comfort him,

prisoner

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