The Silent Alpha novel Chapter 35

***Natalia*** 

Zane suddenly doubles over in pain, his hands gripping his head as a small whimper escapes his throat.His breathing becomes ragged, and I fear he might pass out with every heavy breath.

Wyatt steps forward to soothe the young pup, but Sebastian's booming voice makes him cower back in his place.

"Do not coddle him!" Sebastian warns, his voice echoing off the walls.

"He must be a man and face his fate on his own."

Zane’s legs finally give in, and he falls to his knees until finally, his pain stops.

Panting, he slowly raises his head to face his father, wiping his tear-streaked cheeks with his sleeves.

"You will remain here until I find a way to make you go away," Sebastian snarls, before turing on his heel to leave.

Wyatt does not move, his eyes glued to the trembling little boy still sitting on his knees.

"I’m sorry," he mumbles to Zane, a single tear sliding down his cheek.

"WYATT!"

Sebastian calls over his shoulder, Wyatt wiping his face and following his Alpha out the door.

The door slams shut, the bolts jingling as they lock Zane in his prison.

towards the little boy, he fades away like sand between my fingers, the memory melting back into the darkness.

The pitch black only lasts a moment before I once again find myself in the same room, Zane looking up at his father, a small shaking woman behind him.

As I look closer, I realize it's Agnes, much younger but just as beautiful as she is now.

"You will be moving to the Omega house with her," Sebastian snaps.

"She'll help you pack your things." He growls when both Agnes and Zane remain frozen in place.

"Do I have to repeat myself? Get moving!" he commands, pushing Agnes into the room.

He leaves without another word, Zane rushing over to help Agnes to her feet.

At first Agnes shields herself from Zane’s touch but when she recognizes that he only means to help, she allows him to hold her hands.

She signs the word "thank you" to him but Zane does not seem to understand.

Agnes then pulls out a pen and paper from her pocket and the two of them exchange greetings in silence.

Almost instantly, Zane takes a liking to Agnes, smiling very brightly at her with every note she writes.

How long had it been since he had someone to talk to? I wonder, my heart growing heavy as I watch him fall in love with Agnes.

They exchange several notes before she helps him pack his things in a small suitcase.He doesn’t pack much, just some room holding a small suitcase and handing it to Agnes.

"These are some clothes for you," Wyatt explains slowly to Agnes, who only stares blankly at him.

"f**k," Wyatt groans when he realizes she does not understand him.

Zane, however, grabs a piece of paper and writes out what Wyatt said for Agnes.She smiles and nods, Wyatt sighing with relief.

"Zane, you'll need to explain everything to her," Wyatts says, Zane nodding back at him.

"From now on, you two are Agnes and Zane Thorne, mother and son.You are two rogues who lost their pack, the Snow Belle pack, thanks to Ravenstone and its allies.Do you understand?"

Zane processes this information and again nods.So that’s how she became his mother, I say to myself, putting all the pieces together.

"Tell her that in a couple of weeks, we'll have the paperwork for her to take full legal custody of you," Wyatt adds.

"She'll be your mother in the eyes of the State and this pack."

After Zane explains the situation to Agnes, the three of them walk out the room, Zane looking back at his prison one last time before closing the door.

Once again, the memory fades, the pitch black shifting into a very tiny room with two small cots.

There are two dressers beside the beds and a door on the left wall that leads to the bathroom and shower away.

Zane looks about 10 or 11 years old now, but to my dismay, there are still bruises on his face.

An alarm goes off when the clock strikes 5:30 am, Zane waking with a start.

As he sits up, I see a large blood stain on his t-shirt and on his bed.

He rushes off to the shower to wash up for the day and when he steps out of the shower, he is dressed only in his jeans, revealing a long cut between his shoulder blades that resembles the tip of a whip.

There are other wounds and scars on his back and torso, and I’m left to wonder how any wolf could hurt a pup with no wolf.

Zane quietly collects Agnes’ clothes from a dresser, folding it all neatly and placing it at the foot of her bed.

I watch as he gently taps on her shoulder, helping her into a sitting position when she wakes.

She signs something to him, and he audibly groans before getting up to get the first aid kit.

With special care, she cleans his wound and redresses it, cupping Zane’s cheeks and kissing his forehead when she’s finished.