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.

hear something?” she asks, her

gesture for

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light

voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

decide to follow the voice towards the light,

as abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a

is large and spacious with a high ceiling,

the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping

rope bridge connects

there is a large bed with

a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I

left wall and hundreds of books and

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

are no windows in the room, an air vent

which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than

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

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

a pile of sheets repeating the same

Zane’s

jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

several of the locks are undone, the door swings

smile resemble Zane’s

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

into her arms, Zane resting his

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

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

is busy setting up the food on

looks down at little

He asks, taking the card and

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

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

I’m not a father

minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

you have a card

and fishes out another card, this one darker and

to the woman who reads it

promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking

good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying

she pauses, searching for the

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even

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

two of them

he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

door suddenly bursts open, a tall

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

a scar

is combed back and his eyes

called me in

due for a meeting in 15

a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

for him on

climbing out of his seat

Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he

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

strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a

on her feet in an instant, screaming at

she snarls, shoving him though he does not

showing you his

did not look me in the

man looks another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

one day lead this pack,

curling his finger at Zane

leave behind a weak

his father.He holds his head high, his freshly

his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all

back the sobs I

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

words, then he doesn’t deserve to call

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering

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

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at

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

prisoner in his own

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