Chapter 79
Read The Silent Alpha by Stephanie Light Chapter 79 – Secrets
*** Trigger Warning: Physical and emotional child-abuse ahead***
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It feels strange to see the man I’ve feared for so long kneel before me, trembling like all the times I stood
before him while I recited my poems. But even as he bleeds, even as he sits at my mercy, I still see the
look of disgust flicker in his eyes when I speak to him for the first time in almost 20 years.
“H-Hello, father,” I snarl, my fists clenching at my sides as I fight to contain my anger. Enter title… How
can he hate his own son so much!? Around me, the Scarlett Haven wolves gawk at me, unable to
believe I just called their Alpha, ‘father’.
“You’re….You’re no son of mine,” Sebastian pants, his brown eyes turning blue as the wolf within takes
over. “You’re nothing more than a weak, pathetic-” I swing my arm back, punching him in the jaw and
nearly knocking him t on his back before he can finish his sentence.
“E-Enough!” I growl, my father’s mouth mping shut while his eyes widen in shock that mymands
work on him. “T-that’s enough! Y-you think y-you’re so strong and so t-tough? W-well look at y-you now,
father! Wh-what good is y-your strength now?” “How dare you speak to me that way!” Sebastian roars.
“y-you have silenced m-me all of my life. Y-you do not get to silence m-me before my own p-pack!” “Your
pack?” He scoffs.
The Ravenstone wolves growl at his disrespect, proving that they are now loyal to me. “My p-pack,” I
repeat.
“De-despite how little y-you think of me, not only did I-I find a p-pack that epts m-me as I-I am, but I-I
also managed to ou-outlive m-my recement.”
Sebastianughs and opens his mouth to speak only to be silenced by a p to the face as Grayson
takes over.
“Did I say you could speak?” Grayson roars, Sebastian’s eyes widening in shock at Grayson’s
confidence.
A cold amused smile curls on Sebastain’s l*ps. “Pack?” heughs.
“The man who stands beside you killed your mother and your brother and yet you proudly show your
loyalty to him,” my father scoffs.
“H-he didn’t k-kill Jonathan-” That’s when I see it, the flicker of fear in his eyes when I mention my dead
brother. He’s hiding something…Lowering my walls, I allow the river of thoughts to flow between us.
He can’t know about Jonathan. There’s no possible way he would know! I hear him say to his wolf. “W-
what don’t I know?” I ask, my father stiffening with surprise that I know what he’s thinking.
This Novel Is Provided BY AllWorldBeauty “What?” he asks, bemused by my question. “I -I said, ‘W-
What don’t I-I know about Jonathan?” I repeat, this time taking a menacing step forward.
My father tries to crawl back but winces when he tries to move his legs. “W-What don’t I-I know about
Jonathan?” I snarl, dread settling in the pit of my stomach.
My father stares back defiantly at me, refusing to speak so I take matters into my own hands. Closing my
eyes, I listen in to his subconscious, following the voices in his memories.
A coldness envelops me in the darkness before a bright light blinds me for a moment. Like a movie
projection, Sebastian’s memories begin to unfold on the dock in front of him for all to see.
Scarlett Haven and Ravenstone wolves alike fall silent to watch, allowing me to focus on the many rivers
of thought trying to drown me.
In the first memory I find, all I see is Sebastian sitting at his desk, staring at a hairbrush in his hand.He
does not use it, just carefully caresses it for a few moments before stuffing it into a drawer and returning
to his work.
For a moment, he almost looks human…until he carefully hides all his pain behind a mask of stone.
I dig a little deeper, unlocking another memory where my father berates Wyatt for questioning him.
“Zane will not take the title because he doesn’t have what it takes to look his opponent in the eye and
lead his soldiers in war,” he snarls.
“He will always be weak…He’s useless…I showed mercy to him as a favor for Elenore. He was her son,
but he was never mine.”
Despite the venom in his voice as he says those things, I feel a smile curl on my face and a sense of
relief wash over me as I realize something amazing.
His words no longer hurt me and I am now free of the chains that bound me to him.
We are not family, just two strangers at war. I continue scouring his memories, stumbling upon
memory after memory of him ignoring the cruelty of his own pack against Agnes and I.
I travel back many years until I find myself seeing the night of my mother’s death through his own eyes.
I stand back and watch my mother leave the car to grab a snack for me, trailing behind Sebastian as
they enter the King’s party.
Together they greet guests and slowly make their way towards the snack bar, smiling andughing like
the perfect couple.
To an outsider, they look like your average, happily married Alpha and Luna, but on the inside, I know my
mother was screaming.
“’I’m leaving you,” my mother murmurs as she grabs a te of food for me. “And I’m taking my baby with
me.”
For many years, I have wondered why my mother never left Sebastian, believing perhaps their bond was
just too hard to break free from.
After meeting Talia and our pup, I’vee to understand the fear of someone hurting your child.I was
hidden away partially for fear of me being hurt by Ravenstone.
Perhaps my mother feared I would be hurt without Scarlett Haven’s protection…
just like Jonathan.
A sense of pride washes over me as I recognize my mother’s strength to choose me over her pack and
title. It could not have been an easy decision to walk away.
“I’ll take the things that I need and nothing more,” she adds quietly.
“And don’t worry, I don’t expect any of your money to help me raise him.
You never treated him like a son anyways, so why start now?” I see the anger seething in Sebastian’s
brown eyes and he walks away, my mother turning back in the direction of the car, only to be pulled into
a conversation with a pack of Lunas.
Not long after, the attack begins and as the memory drifts away, I hear the most blood curdling scream, a
scream that both shatters my heart and fills my soul with rage.
“Sebastian! Sebastian, help me! Help me!” my mother screams, but Sebastian only turns the other cheek
and runs in the opposite direction, jumping on a Ravenstone wolf and tearing out his throat.
I stop the projection, unable to understand how Sebastian could abandon his mate when she called his
name. “y-you heard her scream,” I mumble, fighting back the angry tears that so desperately want to
escape my eyes. “S-she mind-linked y-you for help…and y-you left her…”
My voice trails off as I try to contain my rage. All these years of suffering without my mother…could have
ended had Sebastian only protected his mate like he promised to the day he married her.I could have
lived a good life with just my mom somewhere far from all the wars and abuse.
I could have learned to be happy with myself…but Sebastian robbed me of that beautiful life. Sebastian
stares back emotionlessly, not an ounce of regret for what he did to my mother.
“She was Wyatt’s responsibility,” Sebastian retorts in a low snarl. “Besides, who are you to judge me?
You stand with the man who ordered her death.
You are no better than me.
You’re just a spineless-” Grayson pushes through to the surface, taking over control as I process my
rage.
“Push the bullets in further!” Graysonmands, Sebastian watching in horror as his hands move
involuntarily towards his bleeding wounds.
“What- No! No!” He says through gritted teeth, attempting to disobey themand but failing, his fingers
plunging into the wounds to push the bullets in further.
“F******ck!” he growls with strained agony, blood pouring from the open wounds.
“Areal Alpha doesn’t scream,” Grayson sneers, Sebastian’s face seething with rage and humiliation. “
Areal Alpha never shows weakness.Isn’t that what you always say to me, Father?” Sebastian growls in
response, his breaths ragged as he holds back his screams the further he pushes in the bullets.
“Enough,” Grayson snarls, taking a step back to let me regain control.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.
When I face the man again, I get down on one knee so that our eyes meet.
“I-l am nothing like y-you,” I whisper in a calm rage through clenched teeth. “And I-I never will be.” I close
my eyes, once again finding myself in the depths of my father’s memories.
Many are cruel and vile, but I stumbled upon one I have no memory of myself.
“You call this an heir?” my grandfather, Alexander, snarls as he looks down at me.
“It can’t even speak.” Four-year-old me trembles in the presence of the old Alpha, his face contorted in
disgust and pity.
“He has a name,” my mother snarls, pushing me behind her to shield me from my grandfather’s wrath.
“You would do well to teach that b***h of yours how to address an Alpha,” my grandfather snarls. “Unless
you want me to do it for you.” There is terror in Sebastian’s eyes and a twitch in his hand, and I make a
realization. He feared his father…
just like I feared him. He hides it well behind an emotionless face, storming over to my mother and
pping her cheek.
My mother yelps as the sting burns across her face but she keeps her body in front of me protectively.
“You may speak only if you are spoken to,” Sebastian growls, turning to face his father.
“I apologize for my wife’s behavior.” My grandfather only grunts in response, an unamused look on his
face. “Make sure it never happens again.” “Yes sir,” Sebastian bows before his father.It’s rather
refreshing to see Sebastian cower before another Alpha.
I had been too afraid my whole life to notice Sebastian had his own fears. “Boy,e here,” my
grandfather’s voice booms, my mother shaking her head at him. “I saide here.”
My father grabs my mother’s wrist and yanks her away from me, hissing in her ear, “If you care about the
boy, do not question my father.
Please.” Please? I wonder to myself, watching my younger self tremble as I take timid steps towards the
Alpha towering over me.
“Speak,” my grandfather snaps, younger me opening my mouth but saying nothing.
“I said ‘speak’ boy!” he snarls, tears springing to my eyes. “He-hello, gran-gran-grandpa-” The color
drains from Sebastian’s face as the elder Alpha’s eyes glow turquoise, the look on his face that of utter
disgust and disappointment.
Younger me suddenly begins to scream, my little hands wing at my arms and begging for mercy.
“Father- Sir, please,” Sebastian pleads as I copse on the floor, writhing and kicking from the agony
burning across my body.
My mother screams with me, begging Alpha Alexander to let me go and pleading with Sebastian to stop
him from hurting me.
“I-I’ll fix him,” Sebastian says, getting on his knees. “I promise, Sir.
I’ll fix him.Just let the kid go.” My younger self suddenly stops screaming, passed out from all the pain.
The elder Alpha stares coldly at his kneeling son, disgusted by his behavior. “GET OFF YOUR KNEES,
BOY!” my grandfather snarls.
“An Alpha never kneels, EVER!” The walls rattle with his booming voice, and he turns to leave the room.
“The next time I see that boy,” he says over his shoulder. “He better be fixed.” The memory fades away
into mist, morphing into a new one.
My mother sits in her rocking chair, nursing me while little Jonathan ys with a crinkly foil nket on the
floor.
Looking around, I realize we are in the old cottage by the waterfall, away from the pack territory.
Sebastian walks in quietly, Jonathan pushing himself onto his feet and crawling over to his father to greet
him with a hug.
“I’m taking Johnny to the park,” Sebastian whispers over his shoulder, my mother nodding haphazardly
as she caresses my face.
Sebastian takes Jonathan to his truck, strapping him into the back seat, excitement dancing in his
youthful face.
I had long forgotten there was once a man under all his bitter hatred.
I follow them on their drive, watching my older brother y with a rattle in his hand while Sebastian
nces at him through the rearview mirror.
Distracted by his son, Sebastian doesn’t notice the three wolves standing in the middle of the road and
by the time Sebastian sees them, it’s already toote.
He swerves off the road and into a ditch, the truck flipping over a few times beforeing to a halt in an
upside down position.
The windshield ispletely shattered and the smell of gasoline lingers in the air. Dazed and confused,
Sebastian looks around the truck, blood trickling from his nose and temples.
Jonathan cries in the back seat, little cuts on his face as he screams. Outside, the wolves circle the truck,
snarling and growling at Sebastian, daring him to step out.
Sebastian fights against his belt, quickly discovering that it is stuck and trapping him in his metal prison. “
Come out, Sebastian,” the silver wolf snickers as he shifts into his human form, revealing himself to be
my grandfather.
Sebastian panics at the sound of his father’s voice and ws himself out of his belt, breaking a window
with his elbow to crawl out of the truck.
Wiping the blood from his nose, he presents himself before his father with his head lowered. “Sir,”
Sebastian mumbles, earning him a p from his father.
“Speak with your chest.
None of this mumbling s**t,” his father snarls, Sebastian nodding and standing up straighter.
“Yessir,” he says with forced confidence. The Elder Alpha, nces from side to side at his two
colleagues, before a sinister smile spreads across his l*ps.
“Kill them,” he says, Sebastian and the two wolves staring in shock at the Alpha. His smile dissipates,
reced by a cold frown.
“Do I have to repeat myself? I said “Kill them!” The wolves cower back, and while confused, Sebastian
turns to the two wolves, his arms turning to their deadly green gas.
“I’m sorry,” Sebastian whispers, the green mist racing towards the wolves, pouring into their eyes, their
nostrils and their mouths.
The wolves try to escape but the gas does its work, blisters spreading across their bodies as they howl in
pain.
Foam spills from their mouths down their chins and as they copse on the ground, convulsing violently
until they take theirst breath and cease to move.
The mist flows back to Sebastian’s arms as he towers over their dead bodies while his father lights a
cigar for himself. “You apologized,” his father says in an annoyed tone.
“You know what that shows me?” Sebastian suddenly copses on his knees, groaning in pain and
wing at his arms in desperation.
“Weakness,” his father snarls. “I will not have a weak heir. Stand up, you imbecile!” Sebastian staggers
on his feet, his breath ragged as he pushes through his pain.
“Now kill your son,” his fathermands, Sebastian looking at his father in horror, shaking his head in
refusal.
“No…you can’t- I can’t do that…” he whimpers, copsing on his knees again and screaming in agony. I
said “Kill him,” the elder Alpha demands.
“Father-” “We need more allies in this war,” his father snaps.
“Losing the boy will garner the sympathy we need to get us the troops to defeat Ravenstone-” “T-there
has to be another way,” Sebastian shakes his head.
“He-” “I lost my son to those mutts,” the Alpha roars. “He was a man who went after what he wanted like
a true Alpha and now I’m stuck with you, a poor pathetic excuse for an Alpha.You’ll never be Cyrus, but I
will make you the Alpha you need to be for us.” “But he’s just a pup.
He’s my son-” “And Cyrus was mine!” his father snarls. “Now do it!” Sebastian begs and pleads for
another solution, but his father is relentless.
His eyes glow turquoise with rage and Sebastian begins to scream and writhe on the floor from the nerve
pain inflicted by his father.
“P-Please! Please, father stop!” Sebastian cries, his father’s eyes stone cold.
“Do it…” he whispers softly. “And I’ll make the pain stop.” Sebastian endures the pain for as long as he
can, but eventually he reaches his limit.
“I-I’ll do it,” he pants through his sobs. “Just make it stop
.A satisfied smile curls on his father’s l*ps and he releases his son from his painful grasp.
“Don’t use your gift,” Alexander orders. “They’ll know it was you who did it.” Sebastian nods, crawling into
the truck to grab his crying son.
My heart rate climbs as I watch him wrap his fingers around Jonathan’s throat, my brother staring
innocently up at his father.
Tears slide down Sebatian’s face as he tightens his grip on Jonathan’s neck, the little boy squirming in
his arms.
“Shhhh, shhhhh,” Sebastian sobs, crushing his own son’s windpipe until atst, a loud crack brings
silence.
Sebastian stares nkly at Jonathan’s body, his hands trembling for what they had just done.
“You will say these two were spies conspiring with the Ravenstone pack and that they killed your son,”
the Alpha says, his voice interrupting the eerie silence that had settled over the forest.
Sebastian says nothing, caressing the cheeks of the son he just killed.
The old Alpha pats his son on the shoulder in solidarity and holds out his cigar to him.
“Now you know what it feels like to lose a son to this war. Maybe now you’ll step up as the Alpha you’re
supposed to be and bring an end to this. For your brother and for your son.”
“You made me kill my pup,” Sebastian whispers to himself in disbelief. “No,” his father shakes his head.
“No, Toran Ravenstone did this to you.He made you do it.He killed your son…and now…you must get
revenge.”
The memory fades away, morphing back to the present where I find myself staring at the monster before
me. “y-you killed Jo-Jonathan…”
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