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,

little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a

wonder, looking around

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to

surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling,

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

connects

there is a large bed with forest covers and

the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I

sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and

very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and cool

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

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than

left eye is

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s memories, I

to jingle, the little

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

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

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

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

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

man’s arm who is busy setting

looks down at little

taking the card and reading

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

I

not a

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

sweetie, do you have a card for your

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

hands it to the woman who reads it

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

are already a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not to

is just...." she pauses, searching

way." see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe

lunch, okay?" she forces a

two of them enjoying their

he eats, careful

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her

bursts open, a

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders

a scar just

is combed back and his eyes are almost black

to explain why you called me in here, Ellie?" he

for a meeting

son has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

for him

climbing out of his seat and timidly

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out

eye when addressing me, boy,"

in the face, Zane falling over

on her feet in an instant,

shoving him

was just showing

me in the eye!" Sebastian

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

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to

one day lead

curling his finger at Zane to come

a weak

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

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

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve

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

I have been unkind to a man

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 information

prisoner

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