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

light,

that voice coming from?” I wonder, looking around

thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

large and spacious with a high

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

connects

there is a large

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

wall and hundreds of books

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

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

make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

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

there is a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s

begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

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

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

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

as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

eyes like the ocean, and he is

the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely

timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy

looks down at little

asks, taking the card and reading the

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

I don’t smell,”

I’m not a

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

sweetie, do you have a card

anyway and fishes out

the woman who reads it

to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and

a very good boy, my love,” she

she pauses, searching for the

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

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

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

the many birds she saw on her

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

is a scar just below

combed back and

explain why you called me in here,

for a meeting in 15

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

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

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

Daddy what you made for him on his special

fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out the

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

the face, Zane falling over on the

is on her feet in an instant, screaming

snarls, shoving him though he

was just showing

did not look me in the eye!” Sebastian

another man in the eye when he’s talking

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

boy that will one day lead this pack,

his finger at

will not leave behind a

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

cling to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at

more painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his

say to help comfort him, my mind

was a prisoner

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