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

and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a

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

that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around

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

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments

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

on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

connects the

there is a large bed with forest

a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a

chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

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

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

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

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets

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

as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on a sheet of

him, there is a pile

must be Zane’s memories,

locks on the door begin to jingle,

locks are undone, the door swings open,

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

Zane climbs out of his

him into her arms, Zane resting his head on

eyes like the ocean, and

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

arm who is busy setting up the food on the

at little Zane

taking the card and reading the words

Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you." he says, his

glad I

not a

minute now," the woman laughs, Zane

sweetie, do you have a

anyway and fishes out another card, this

to the woman who reads

Day, Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking

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

she pauses, searching for

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

our lunch, okay?" she forces

two of

he eats, careful not to chew loudly

of the talking, explaining to him the many birds

suddenly bursts open,

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

scar just below

and his eyes

why you called me in here, Ellie?" he

for a meeting

gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

you made for him on

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

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

me, boy,"

Zane in the face, Zane falling over

feet in an instant, screaming

snarls, shoving him though

was just showing you

not look me in the eye!" Sebastian

man in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

boy that will one day

roars, curling his finger

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha to

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

with all

sobs I know

heart swelling with pride at

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t deserve to

pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I just

to a man who has grown up feeling unloved

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

a prisoner in his own

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