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.

Did you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and

for her to close

***Natalia***

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

light,

that voice coming from?” I wonder, looking around

to

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

is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

bridge connects the

below the bridge, there is a large bed with forest

a small kitchenette equipped

beside the the left wall and hundreds of books

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

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

room, which appears to be bolted shut with a

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of

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

scribbles “My name is Zane” over and

is a pile of

Zane’s memories, I

to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

undone, the

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to

Zane resting

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and

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

man’s arm who is busy setting up the

man looks down at little Zane

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

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

glad I don’t smell,”

not a father

is due any minute now,” the

you have a card

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

to the woman who reads it out

voice cracking a little as she reads

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

pauses, searching

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

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?”

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

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

explaining to him the many

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

is a scar just below

and

to explain why you called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps

a meeting

has a gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

you made for him on his special

climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his

in the eye when addressing me, boy,”

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

in an instant, screaming at

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him though

showing

did not look me in the

looks another man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to his

one

his finger at

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha to

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

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

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I

swelling with pride at his sheer strength and

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he can’t say the words, then he

leaving me all alone in the pitch black

than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who

blankly

to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

prisoner in his own

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