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

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing

I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

as abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back

room is large and spacious with a high

on the tree on the left and

bridge connects

below the bridge, there is a large bed

is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge,

chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of

are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on the

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

to

is no child’s

This is a prison.

several sheets of paper.He

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

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

there is a pile

must be Zane’s memories,

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

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

smile resemble

must be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman

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

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

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

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

man looks down at little Zane

me kid?” He asks, taking the card

Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.” he says, his face softening

I’m glad I don’t

I’m not a

minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

you have

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture

the woman who reads it

cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and

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

she pauses, searching for the right

way.” see in her eyes that even

have our lunch, okay?” she forces a

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

quiet as he eats, careful not to

the many birds she

bursts open, a tall man

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and

a scar just below

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are almost black with

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

due for a meeting in

has a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

made for him on his special

in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and

nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking

me, boy,” the man spits, Zane

raises his arm and strikes Zane in the

is on her feet in

snarls, shoving

just showing you

did not look me in the

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

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

boy that will one day lead this

finger at Zane to come

I will not leave behind a

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

strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his

the sobs I know he wants

cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

me all alone in the pitch black

the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown

Zane staring blankly at the

know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

prisoner in his own

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