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

a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

little white light appears in the black

woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

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

I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

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

a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree

rope bridge connects the two

below the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

kitchenette equipped with

the the left wall and hundreds of books and

appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on the

there are no windows in the room, an air vent the

room, which appears to be

child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

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

sleeve as he scribbles “My name is Zane”

a pile

be Zane’s memories,

jingle,

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

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

climbs out of his chair to greet

into her arms, Zane resting his head

eyes like the ocean, and he

to the desk, pulling

man’s arm who is busy setting

down at little Zane

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

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

I

not a father

now,” the woman

have

and fishes out another card, this

it to the woman who

cracking a little as she reads

a very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying very hard not to

she pauses, searching

you very much.Just in his own way.” see in

our lunch, okay?” she forces

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

careful not to chew loudly

the many birds she saw

suddenly bursts open,

muscles and

scar just below

combed back and his eyes are

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

a meeting in 15

gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

Daddy what you made for him

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

in the eye when addressing me, boy,” the man

Zane in the face, Zane falling over

on her feet in an

snarls, shoving

was just showing

did not look me

man looks another man in the

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

will one day lead this pack,

roars, curling his finger at

a weak Alpha to take

high,

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

sobs I know he

his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering

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 at the floor, his face devoid of

him,

prisoner in

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