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.

you hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the

gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

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

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

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

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

as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me

with a high

stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and

connects

a large bed with forest covers and

side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven,

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and

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

are no windows in the room, an air vent

bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his face and

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s memories,

begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

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

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

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

his piercing blue eyes like the

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

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

looks down at

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

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

glad I

not a father

wife is due any minute now,” the

do you have a card for your

out another card,

woman who reads

Dad.I promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before

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

she pauses,

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her

you and I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a

dismisses Wyatt, the two of

very quiet as he eats, careful not

him the many birds she saw on

bursts open, a tall

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

scar

and

in here,

due for a meeting

gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

you made for him

at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out the

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

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the

her feet in an instant, screaming

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him

just showing you his

not look me in

man in the eye when he’s talking

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to

boy that will one day lead this

curling his finger at Zane

will not leave behind a

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

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

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to let

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he

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

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

staring blankly

say to help comfort him, my

a prisoner in his

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