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.

she asks, her eyes opening and scanning

a little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

scan the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

echoes from the light, singing

coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

the room, a treehouse sitting on the

connects the

there is a large bed

is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven,

wall and hundreds of books and

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

windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

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

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark

as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a

a pile of sheets repeating the same

be Zane’s

the door begin to jingle, the little boy

after several of the locks are undone, the

resemble Zane’s whenever

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

arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

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

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

down at little

He asks, taking the

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

glad I

not

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

have

out another card, this one darker and with no picture

it to the woman

now,” she says, her voice cracking a little

my love,” she

she pauses, searching for the

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

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

the two

very quiet as he eats, careful not to

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

bursts open,

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

scar just below his

combed back and his eyes are almost

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

due for a meeting in

a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

made for him on his special

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

with flared nostrils keeps his head

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

and strikes Zane in the face,

feet in an

you animal!” she snarls, shoving

showing you his

not look me in

another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

boy that will one day lead

his finger at Zane to

behind a weak

father.He holds his head high,

Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he doesn’t deserve to call me father,” Sebastian

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black

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

I find Zane staring blankly at

say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

was a prisoner

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