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.

Did you hear something?” she asks,

laugh a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

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

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

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

blinding me for a

a high ceiling,

sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around

bridge connects the

is a large bed

to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

beside the the left wall

there are very few

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

appears to

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

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

scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over again

is a pile of sheets

be Zane’s memories, I

on the door begin to jingle, the

locks are undone, the door

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

arms, Zane

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and

and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card

is busy

looks down at

kid?” He asks, taking the card and reading the words

not mean.I

I’m glad I don’t smell,” he

not

now,” the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

do you have a card for

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

to the woman who reads

be good now,” she says, her voice cracking

a very good boy, my love,” she sighs, trying

just….” she pauses, searching

much.Just in his own way.” see in her eyes that even

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

two of them enjoying

quiet as he eats, careful not

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

suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

is a scar

is combed back and his eyes are

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

a meeting in 15

a gift for you,”

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

made for him on his

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

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out the

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

strikes Zane in the face,

her feet in an instant,

animal!” she snarls, shoving him though

was just showing

me

looks another man in

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to his

one day lead

roars, curling his finger at Zane to come

behind a weak

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

his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so

swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to let

swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

the words, then he doesn’t

in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

more painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone

blankly at the

to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the

was a prisoner in his

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