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.

asks, her eyes opening and scanning

gesture for her to

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black

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

I wonder, looking around the

decide to follow the voice

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

with a high ceiling, the decor

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

rope bridge connects the

there is a

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

chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds

there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on the

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

the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be

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

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

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s memories,

on the door begin to jingle, the little

locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

warm smile resemble

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with

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

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

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn

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

at little

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

and you’re not mean.I like

glad I don’t

I’m not

wife is due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane

do you have a

fishes out another card, this one

to the woman who reads

voice cracking

good boy, my love,” she

she pauses, searching for

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

lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane nodding

Wyatt, the two of them

he eats, careful not

explaining to him the

open,

muscles and

scar just below

combed back and his

called me in

for a

gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

him

Daddy what you made for him on

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

keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as

addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining frozen in

strikes Zane in the face,

is on her feet in

shoving

showing you his

did not look me in the eye!”

looks another man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

that will one day lead

curling his finger at Zane to

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

boy straightens himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high,

but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me

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

unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face

to say to help comfort him, my mind still

a prisoner in

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