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

for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black

a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

is that voice coming from?” I wonder, looking

alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

a

sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide

connects the

the bridge, there is a

the opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

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

child’s room, there are very few toys,

are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

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

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the

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

pile of

must be Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle, the little boy

after several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

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

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

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

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

looks down at little Zane and

taking the card

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

I

not a father

minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

sweetie, do you have a card

out another card, this one darker

it to the woman who reads it

she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads

she sighs, trying very hard not to let her

is just….” she pauses,

loves you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe her

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?” she forces

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

eats, careful

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

suddenly bursts open, a

muscles and

scar

back and his eyes are

in here, Ellie?” he snaps

a meeting

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

made for him on his special

looks at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the

his

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

the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

in

snarls, shoving him though

was just showing

not look me in the

another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

will one

curling his finger at Zane

behind a

head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he

cling to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his father any

back the sobs I know he

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

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

that I have been unkind to

I find Zane staring blankly at

him, my mind still

was a prisoner

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