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

laugh a little and gesture for

***Natalia***

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

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

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

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow

me, temporarily blinding me for

is large and spacious with a high ceiling,

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

bridge connects

there is a large bed with forest covers and

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a

sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books

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

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

to be

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more

horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen

sleeve as he scribbles “My

a pile of sheets repeating the

must be Zane’s

to jingle,

several of the locks are undone, the door swings

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his

into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart

like the ocean, and he is

his mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling

the man’s arm who is busy

at little Zane

taking the card and reading the

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

I’m glad I don’t

I’m not a father

any minute now,” the woman laughs,

do you have a

out another card, this one darker

hands it to the woman who reads

her voice cracking a little as she reads before

boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to let

pauses, searching

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

you and I have our lunch, okay?” she

dismisses Wyatt, the two of

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

the many birds she

open, a tall man

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

a scar just below

and his eyes are almost black

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

for a meeting

gift for you,” she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

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

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

for

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently

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

strikes Zane in the face,

in an instant, screaming at the

shoving him though he

was just showing

did not look me in

real man looks another man in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

will one day

finger at

leave behind a weak Alpha to

his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out to

little Zane remains strong, holding them back with

the sobs

shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

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

find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

to help comfort him, my mind still

a prisoner in his own

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