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 and scanning

and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

a little white light appears in the black abyss of

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

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

with my thoughts, I decide to follow

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling,

treehouse sitting on the tree on the

bridge connects

below the bridge, there is a large

a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini

sits beside the the left wall and hundreds

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 air, providing ventilation and cool

appears to be

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or

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

as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a sheet of

pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s

begin to jingle, the

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

smile resemble Zane’s whenever

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his

arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

like the ocean, and he

desk, pulling out a small card with a

pokes the man’s arm who is busy

man looks down at

He asks, taking the card and reading the words out

you’re not mean.I

glad I

I’m not a father

wife is due any minute now,” the

sweetie, do you have a card for your

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one

the woman

voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels

already a very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying

just….” she pauses, searching for the right

much.Just 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 forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two of them

careful not to chew

explaining to him the many birds she saw on

open, a tall

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

is a scar just

and his eyes are

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

for a meeting

a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

for him on

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

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

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

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

feet in an instant,

shoving

showing you his

did not look me in

man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to his

one day lead

his finger at Zane

leave behind a weak Alpha

as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering

holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs

swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering

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

Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid

him, my

prisoner

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