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

gesture for her

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the

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

voice coming from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing

to

temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing

and spacious with a high

the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

bridge connects

is a large bed with

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 I assume contain

small table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on

the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and cool

appears to

is no child’s

This is a prison.

over several sheets

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

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

pile of sheets

must be Zane’s

begin to jingle, the little boy

of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman

warm smile resemble

watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head

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

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

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

looks down at

me kid?” He asks, taking the card

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

glad I don’t

I’m not

wife is due any minute now,” the

do you have a card for your

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

woman who reads

her voice cracking a little as she reads before she

are already a very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to let

just….” she pauses, searching for

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

you and I have our lunch, okay?”

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

careful

the talking, explaining to him the

open, a tall

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

is a scar just below his

and

why you called me in here, Ellie?”

for a

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

what you made for him on his special

not disobey his mother, climbing out

keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently

eye when addressing me, boy,” the man

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face,

feet in an instant,

snarls, shoving him

just showing you his

me in the eye!” Sebastian

real man looks another man in the eye when he’s talking to

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

will one day lead this

his finger

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha to

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out to the

Zane remains strong, holding them back with all

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants

his father, my heart swelling with pride at his

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t

in the pitch black with my

been unkind to a man who

blankly at the floor, his

comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information I

a prisoner in his

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