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, her eyes opening and

for

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light appears in

light, singing a

from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

thoughts, I decide to

blinding me for a few moments

is large and spacious with a high ceiling,

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

bridge connects

bridge, there is a large bed with forest

the opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped

wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

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

windows in the room, an air vent the

make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks

child’s room,

This is a prison.

little boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

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

sleeve as he scribbles “My name is

pile of

Zane’s

to jingle,

the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

as Zane climbs out of

beautiful boy,” she 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

the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on the

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

looks down at

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

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

glad I

I’m not

now,” the woman

sweetie, do you have a card for your

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture

the woman who

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

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

pauses, searching for

much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that

have our lunch, okay?”

two of them enjoying their meal

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

to him the many birds she saw on her run

door suddenly bursts open, a

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

is a scar just

hair is combed back and his eyes are almost

me in here, Ellie?” he snaps

due for a meeting in 15

a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

him

you made for him on his

climbing

nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out the

look me in the eye when addressing me, boy,”

the face, Zane falling over on

her feet in an instant, screaming at

shoving him though he does not

just showing you his

me in the eye!”

man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

that will one

his finger at Zane to come

a weak Alpha to take

his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he

with

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I

tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he doesn’t

all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I

that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

blankly at

to say to help comfort him, my mind still

prisoner in

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