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 scanning the

little and gesture for

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light appears in the black

from the light,

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

I decide to follow the voice

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

with a high

structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

bridge connects the two

there is a large

the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a

chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index

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

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air

appears to be bolted

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of

come closer to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely

wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a sheet

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s memories, I

door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

are undone, the door swings open, a

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of

him into her arms, Zane resting his head on

like the ocean, and he is fit but

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

the man’s arm who is busy setting up the

looks down at little Zane

me kid?” He asks, taking the card and

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

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

I’m not

minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding

have a card

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

to the woman who reads it

cracking a little as she reads before she

boy, my love,” she sighs, trying

pauses, searching

own way.” see in her eyes that even she

I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane nodding his

Wyatt, the two of

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on

bursts open, a tall

6ft 4, his bulging muscles

a scar just

is combed back and his eyes are

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

a

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

made for him on

at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his

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

me, boy,” the man spits,

strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

her feet in an

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him though

showing you

me in the

man in

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to his

that will one day lead this pack,

curling his finger

behind a weak Alpha to take

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

them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants

father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he doesn’t deserve to call me father,”

the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I

more painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information I

was a prisoner in his

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