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.

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

little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light appears in

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

wonder, looking around

I decide to follow the

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

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

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

bridge connects

below the bridge, there is a

of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a

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

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

windows in the room, an air vent

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.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be

eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his

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

there is a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening

after several of the locks are undone, the door swings open,

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

out of his chair to greet

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

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

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

the man’s arm who is busy setting up the

man looks down at

taking the card and reading the words

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

I don’t

not a

due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

sweetie, do you have a card for your

and fishes out another card,

to the woman who

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

she sighs,

she pauses, searching

own way.” see in her eyes that even

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

Wyatt, the two of them

eats, careful not to chew

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier that

suddenly bursts open, a

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

is a scar just below

combed back and his eyes are

you called me in

a meeting

son has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by

what you made for

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

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

the eye when addressing me, boy,” the

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

is on her feet in an instant, screaming

she snarls, shoving

just showing you

look me

looks another man in the eye when he’s talking

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

will one day lead

roars, curling his finger at

a weak Alpha to take

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

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

the sobs I know he

heart swelling with pride at his

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve to call

alone in the pitch black

have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should

I find Zane staring blankly

to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

prisoner

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