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

a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light

echoes from the light, singing a sweet

wonder, looking around the emptiness

I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

as abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

treehouse sitting on the tree on the

rope bridge connects

the bridge, there is a large bed

what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of

there are very few toys,

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only

appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

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

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

is a pile of sheets repeating

be Zane’s memories, I

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

after several of the locks are undone, the door swings open,

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with

her arms, Zane resting his head on her

eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

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

is busy

looks down at little Zane and

me kid?” He asks, taking the card

nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

not

is due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane

have a card

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out

to the woman who reads it

good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as

she sighs, trying

is just….” she pauses, searching for the

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

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

two of them enjoying their meal

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

explaining to him the many birds she saw

suddenly bursts open, a

muscles and broad shoulders

is a scar just below

back and

why you called me in here, Ellie?” he

for a meeting in

son has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

Daddy what you made for him on his special

mother, climbing

nostrils keeps his head down,

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

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

feet in an instant, screaming

she snarls, shoving

just showing you

did not look me

man looks another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

that will one day lead this pack,

finger at Zane

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take

father.He holds his head high,

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

sobs I know he wants to let

my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

been unkind to a man

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly

even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the

a prisoner in

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