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

little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a

echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

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

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on

connects the

the bridge, there is a

a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds

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

an air

make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains

child’s room,

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of

his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

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

pile of sheets

must be Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle, the little boy

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

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

climbs out of his chair

she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small

blue eyes like the ocean,

pulling out a

is busy setting up the food on

looks down at

He asks, taking the card and reading the words out

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

glad I don’t smell,"

I'm not a father

wife is due any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding

sweetie, do you have a card

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

hands it to the woman who reads it

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

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

just...." she pauses, searching for the right

way." see

lunch, okay?" she

Wyatt, the two

is very quiet as he eats, careful not

does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier that

bursts open, a tall

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

scar just below

dark hair is combed back and his

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

due for a

gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

for him on

climbing out of his

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

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

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground

her feet in an instant, screaming at

she snarls, shoving him though he does not

just showing

did not look me in

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

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

will one

finger at Zane

behind a weak Alpha to

his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as

remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he

shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me

the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I

the realization that I have been unkind to

I open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

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

was a prisoner in

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