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.

hear something?” she asks, her eyes opening and scanning

for her

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white light appears

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

from?” I wonder, looking around the

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a

with a high ceiling, the decor

treehouse sitting on the tree

connects

is a large

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

beside the the left wall and hundreds of

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

are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and

which appears to be bolted

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen

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

there is a pile of

Zane’s

begin to jingle, the little boy

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

smile resemble

out of his chair to greet the woman with a

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

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

wiggles out of his mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small

man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

at little

kid?” He asks, taking the card and

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

I

I’m not a

minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding

do you have

but he nods anyway and fishes out

hands it to the woman

good now,” she says, her voice cracking a

boy, my love,” she

she pauses,

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

and I have our lunch, okay?” she

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

very quiet as he eats, careful not

most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

a scar

hair is combed back and his eyes

me in here, Ellie?” he snaps at the

a meeting in

a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him by

for

mother, climbing out of his seat

nostrils keeps his head down,

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

Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

on her feet in an instant, screaming at the

shoving

showing you

did not look me

real man looks another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

will one day lead this

roars, curling his finger at Zane to come

I will not leave behind a

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

Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know

tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

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

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

him, my

prisoner in his

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