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.

hear something?" she asks, her eyes opening and scanning

for

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

coming from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

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

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

large and spacious with a high ceiling,

stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a

rope bridge connects the two

bridge, there is a large bed with forest

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

the left wall and hundreds of

are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on

an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with

child’s

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5

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

his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over

there is a pile of sheets

be Zane’s

jingle, the little boy

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

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of

my beautiful boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her

blue eyes like

his mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely

the man’s arm who is busy setting

down at

He asks, taking the card and reading the

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

I don’t

I'm not a

minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

have a card for your

fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture

woman

be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls

a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very

pauses,

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

and I have our lunch, okay?" she

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

the many birds she

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

is a scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are almost black

in here, Ellie?" he snaps at the

for a

has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

what you made for him

in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

with flared nostrils keeps his head down,

the eye when addressing me, boy," the man

strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

in an instant,

snarls, shoving him though he

just showing

look me in the eye!" Sebastian

in the

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

one day lead this pack,

curling his finger at

I will not leave behind a weak

boy straightens himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly

cling to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with

the sobs I know he wants to

heart swelling

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t deserve to call me

alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what

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

staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

prisoner

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