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,

for her to close

***Natalia***

little white light

of a woman echoes from the light, singing a

from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the

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

spacious with a high ceiling,

stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the

connects

a large bed

equipped with a sink,

the the left wall and hundreds of books and index

few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf

room, an air vent the only means of

of the room, which appears to

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

come closer to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is

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

a pile of sheets

must be Zane’s memories,

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

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

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

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

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

piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out

the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food on

man looks down at little Zane and

taking the card and reading

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

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

not a

any minute now,” the

have

out another card, this one

hands it to the woman who reads

now,” she says, her voice cracking

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

she pauses, searching for the right

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

I have our lunch, okay?” she forces

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

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

talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier that

bursts open,

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

a scar

combed back and his

called me in here, Ellie?”

a meeting in 15

a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

him

what you made for him on his

fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the

glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as

when addressing me, boy,” the man spits, Zane

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

in an instant, screaming at

she snarls, shoving

showing you

not look me in

man in the eye when he’s talking

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane

that will one day

finger

leave behind a weak Alpha to take

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

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

shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve

into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with

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

open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

know what to say to help comfort him, my

a prisoner in

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