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 the surrounding

gesture for

***Natalia***

little white light appears in the black abyss of my

the light,

voice coming from?” I wonder, looking

my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards

envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

bridge connects

there is a large bed with forest covers and

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

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 stuffed gray wolf

in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation

near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a

no child’s

This is a prison.

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

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

as he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and

pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s

jingle, the

are undone, the door swings open, a

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

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

arms, Zane resting his head on

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

pulling out a small card with a crudely

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

at little Zane and

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

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says,

I don’t smell,”

I’m not a father

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

have a

he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker

it to the woman who reads

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

my love,” she sighs, trying very hard

just….” she pauses, searching for

his own way.” see in her

okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane nodding

the two of them enjoying their meal

he eats, careful not to

him the many birds

open,

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

scar just

combed back and his eyes are almost black with

in here, Ellie?” he snaps at

a meeting in 15

a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by the

for

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

me, boy,” the man

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane

feet in an instant, screaming at

snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing

did not look me in the eye!” Sebastian

man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

will one day lead this

curling his finger at Zane

leave behind a weak Alpha to take

boy straightens himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split

holding them back with all

sobs I know he

father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me father,”

all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at

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

staring blankly at the

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

was a prisoner

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