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

gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

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

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

with a high ceiling, the decor

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

bridge connects the

there is a large bed with forest covers and

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster

left wall and

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

air vent the only means of fresh air,

entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

is no child’s

This is a prison.

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

left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of

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

is a pile

must be Zane’s

door begin to jingle, the

the door swings

and warm smile resemble

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

beautiful boy,” she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head

blue eyes like the ocean, and

desk, pulling out a small

timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

down at little

He asks, taking the card and reading the

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you.”

I don’t

I’m not a

now,” the woman

have a

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with

hands it to the woman who reads it out

Day, Dad.I promise to be good now,” she says, her voice cracking

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

is just….” she pauses, searching for the

much.Just in his own way.”

okay?” she forces a

the two of

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

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

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders

is a scar just

is combed back and his eyes

why you called me in here, Ellie?” he

a meeting

son has a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is

“Go on, Zane,”

nudges him

you made for him on his special

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly

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

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

in the face, Zane falling over on

in an instant, screaming at

you animal!” she snarls, shoving him though

was just showing you his

not look me

man looks another man in the

“He’s just a boy!”

Zane to

one day lead

roars, curling his finger at Zane

leave behind a weak

as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split

Zane remains strong, holding them back with all

swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to let

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me father,”

leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart

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

Zane staring blankly at the

know what to say to help comfort him,

prisoner

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