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.

asks, her eyes

gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black abyss

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light,

from?” I wonder, looking around

my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

envelopes me, temporarily blinding

room is large and spacious with a

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

rope bridge connects

is a large bed with forest

a small kitchenette equipped with

with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

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

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

to be bolted shut with a myriad

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again on a

is a pile of sheets

be Zane’s

the door begin to jingle, the

locks are undone, the

and warm smile resemble

Zane climbs out of

arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small

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

rushes to the desk, pulling out a

arm who is busy setting up the

man looks down at little Zane and

me kid?” He asks, taking the

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

glad I don’t

I’m not a

wife is due any minute now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

have a card

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

to the woman who reads it

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

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

just….” she pauses,

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

okay?” she forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two of them

eats, careful not to chew

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

bursts open, a tall man storming

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

scar just below his

is combed back and his eyes are

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

for a meeting in 15

has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look

“Go on, Zane,”

him

made for

his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

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

raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

is on her feet in an

she snarls, shoving him though

was just showing

look me in the

another man in the eye when he’s

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane

one day lead this

roars, curling his finger at Zane to come

leave behind a weak Alpha

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

back with all of his might so as

back the sobs I know he wants

his shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

then he doesn’t deserve

leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart

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

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information

prisoner in

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