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.

you hear something?” she asks,

and gesture for

***Natalia***

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

the light, singing a

coming from?” I wonder, looking around the

decide to follow the voice towards the light,

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

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

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

bridge connects

is a large bed with forest covers

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume

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

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

air vent the only means of fresh air,

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

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets

horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark

he scribbles “My name

pile of

be Zane’s

jingle, the little

the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair

giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart with

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

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

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy

looks down at

taking the card and

Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not

I

I’m not a

wife is due any minute now,”

do you have a card for your

he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and

woman who reads

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

are already a very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very

just….” she pauses, searching for the

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

okay?” she

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

is very quiet as he eats, careful

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier

bursts open, a tall man

his bulging muscles and

a scar

back and his

called me in here,

a

a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

what you made for him on his special

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and

over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

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

the face, Zane falling

her feet in an instant,

snarls, shoving

was just showing

did not look me in

man looks another man in the

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

one day lead

finger at

will not leave behind a weak Alpha

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

holding them back with all of

sobs

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

all alone in the pitch black with my heart

that I have been unkind to a man

find Zane staring blankly at the

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

was a prisoner

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