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

a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

scan the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

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

coming from?” I wonder, looking

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

blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

spacious with a high ceiling, the

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and

rope bridge connects

bridge, there is a large bed with

small kitchenette equipped with

the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

this appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only

air vent the only means of

which appears to

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

to him and to my horror, find that his left eye

his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles

a pile of sheets

be Zane’s

to jingle,

the door swings open, a beautiful

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman

him into her arms, Zane resting his head

eyes like the ocean,

the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely

who is busy setting up the food on the

down at little Zane

asks, taking the

smell very nice and you’re not

I

not

wife is due any minute now,”

do you have

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

the woman who reads it out

Father’s Day, Dad.I promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane

she sighs, trying very hard not to let her tears

she pauses, searching for

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that

I have our lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little Zane

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

as he eats, careful not

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

bursts open, a

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

is a scar just

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are

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

for a

a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

you made for him

mother, climbing out of his

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

the eye when addressing me,

in the face, Zane falling over on the ground

her feet in an instant, screaming at

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though he does not

just showing

did not look me in the eye!”

in the eye when

“He’s just a boy!”

argues, helping Zane to his

that will one day lead this pack,

curling his finger

will not leave behind a weak Alpha

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

holding them back with all of his might so as not

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know

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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve

in the pitch black with my heart

realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up

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

to say to help comfort him, my mind still

was a prisoner in his own

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