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.

was that? Did you hear something?” she asks, her

little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black abyss of

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

looking around the emptiness but only

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

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

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the

bridge connects the two

is a large bed with forest

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

sits beside the the left wall and hundreds

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

are no windows in the room, an air

to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains

no child’s

This is a prison.

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

and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

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

pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s memories,

locks on the door begin to jingle,

several of the locks are undone, the door swings

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

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

boy,” she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small

eyes like the ocean, and

the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn

who is busy setting up

at little Zane

He asks, taking the card and reading the words

smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he

glad I don’t

I’m not

due any minute now,” the

you have a

anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker

woman who reads it

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

boy, my love,” she

pauses, searching

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

our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

he eats, careful

most of the talking, explaining to him the many

suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

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

a scar

and

you called me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at the

for a meeting in

has a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

him by the

what you made for

but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of

man towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

will look me in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane remaining frozen in

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a small

her feet in

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he does not

was just showing you his

me in the eye!”

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

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to his

that will one day lead this

roars, curling his finger at Zane to

will not leave behind a weak Alpha

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

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

back the sobs I know

my heart swelling

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

words, then he doesn’t deserve to call

me all alone in the pitch black

is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling

find Zane staring blankly

even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still

prisoner in his own

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