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 eyes opening

little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

little white light appears

of a woman echoes from the light, singing

looking around the emptiness but only

to follow the voice

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

a

on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide

bridge connects the

below the bridge, there is a

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

two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds

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

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

can make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted

is no child’s

This is a prison.

over several sheets of paper.He can’t be

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

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

a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s memories,

on the door begin to jingle, the

are undone, the door swings

resemble Zane’s whenever

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

Zane resting

blue eyes like the ocean,

out of his mother’s arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on

the man’s arm who is busy setting up the

down at

me kid?” He asks, taking the card and

not mean.I like you.” he says,

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

not a

now,” the woman laughs, Zane

have a

and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture on

hands it to the woman

promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as

she sighs, trying very hard not to let her

pauses,

very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe her own

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

to him the many

open, a tall man

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

scar just below his

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

me in

for a meeting

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

you made for

does not disobey his mother, climbing out

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head

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

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane

on her feet in an instant, screaming at the

snarls, shoving him though he does

showing you his

look me in the eye!”

real man looks another man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane

boy that will one day lead this

finger

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds

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

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants

and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he

all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to

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

staring blankly at the floor, his face

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

was a prisoner in

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