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

and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

a little white

a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

from?” I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards

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

a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

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

bridge connects the

bridge, there is a

the opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

beside the the left wall

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

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and

make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his face

he scribbles “My name is Zane” over and over

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s memories,

door begin to jingle, the

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman

smile resemble Zane’s

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

arms, Zane resting his head on her

eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

to the desk, pulling out a

who is busy

man looks down at little Zane and

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

you’re not mean.I like

I don’t smell,”

not a

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

you have a card for your

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

hands it to the woman who reads it

she says, her voice cracking

she sighs, trying very hard

pauses, searching for

much.Just in his own way.” see in her

lunch, okay?” she forces a smile, little

dismisses Wyatt, the two

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

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

suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

scar

and

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

a meeting

a gift for you,” she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who

“Go on, Zane,”

him by

you made for him on his

climbing out of his seat and timidly

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head

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

strikes Zane in the face, Zane

her feet in an instant,

snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing

did not look me in the eye!” Sebastian

man in the eye

“He’s just a boy!”

helping Zane to

boy that will one day

his finger at Zane to come

a weak Alpha to take my

head high, his freshly

little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his father any

sobs I know

his 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

“Read it.”

“Sebastian-”

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

leaving me all alone in the pitch black

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

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at

what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

was a prisoner in his

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