The Silent Alpha

Chapter 28: Date 3 

***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 eyes opening and scanning the

and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white

the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

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

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

on the tree on the left and a slide

connects the two

below the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped

the left wall

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

room, an air vent the only means of fresh

the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

several sheets of paper.He

to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises

sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane"

there is a pile of sheets repeating the

must be Zane’s memories, I

on the door begin to jingle, the

locks are undone, the door swings open,

and warm smile resemble

out of

boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but not

his mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out

man’s arm who is busy setting

man looks down at little Zane and

me kid?" He asks, taking the card and reading the words out

you’re not mean.I like you." he says, his

I’m glad I

not a father

due any minute now," the woman laughs,

sweetie, do you have a card

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

the woman who

her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels

very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not

is just...." she pauses, searching

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe

have our lunch, okay?"

two

as he eats, careful not to chew

to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier that

open, a tall man

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

is a scar

combed back and his eyes are almost black with

in here, Ellie?" he

a meeting

has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who is

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

Daddy what you made for him

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

man towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as

when addressing me, boy,"

Zane in the

feet in an instant, screaming at

shoving

was just showing you his

me in the eye!"

man looks another man in the eye when he’s talking to

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to his

that will one day

finger at

not leave behind a weak Alpha to

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering

holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his father

the sobs I know he wants to

faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

leaving me all alone in the pitch black

the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who

Zane staring blankly at

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information I

prisoner in his own

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