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 the surrounding

little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

little white light appears in the

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

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

decide to follow the voice towards

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

connects the two

is a large bed with forest covers

of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I

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

there are very few toys,

the room, an air

which appears to be bolted

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

sheets of

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

he scribbles “My name is

is a pile of sheets repeating

be Zane’s memories, I

on the door begin to jingle, the

are undone, the door swings open, a

and warm smile resemble

watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to

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

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

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

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food on

down at little Zane

asks, taking the card and reading the words

you’re not mean.I like

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

not a

any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding

sweetie, do you have a card for

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

hands it to the woman

she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads

she sighs, trying very hard

just….” she pauses,

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

okay?” she forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

the talking, explaining to him the many

bursts open, a

his bulging muscles and

a scar

hair is combed back and

why you called me in here, Ellie?” he

a meeting

has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

made for him on his

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

his head down, his hand shaking violently as

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

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

on her feet in an instant,

snarls, shoving him though

just showing you his

me in the eye!”

another man in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to

that will one day lead this pack,

curling his finger at Zane to come

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to

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

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

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know

father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he

me all alone in the pitch black

to a man who has grown up

I find Zane staring blankly at the

him, my mind

a prisoner in his

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