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.

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

and gesture for

***Natalia***

a little white light appears in the

of a woman echoes from the light, singing a

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

thoughts, I decide to

temporarily blinding me

and spacious with a high ceiling,

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

bridge connects the two

there is a large bed

be a small kitchenette equipped

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed

an air vent the only means of fresh

can make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be

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

tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on a sheet

pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

the locks are undone, the door swings open,

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

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

as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

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

the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food on the

down at

me kid?" He asks, taking the

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

glad I don’t smell," he

I'm not a

due any minute now," the woman

you have a card for your

and fishes out another card, this one

to the woman who reads

promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as

my love," she sighs, trying very hard not to let

she pauses, searching

loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?"

two of them enjoying their meal

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

suddenly bursts open, a

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

scar

hair is combed back and his eyes

you called me in here, Ellie?" he snaps at the

a meeting in 15

gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

you made for him on his special

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

with flared nostrils keeps his

eye when addressing me, boy," the man spits, Zane remaining

his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

is on her feet in an

you animal!" she snarls, shoving

was just showing you his

not look me in the eye!"

man in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

boy that will one day lead this

curling his finger

not leave behind a weak Alpha

his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out to

his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know

his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

say the words, then he doesn’t

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch

more painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at

even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information

prisoner

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