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.

Did you hear something?" she asks, her

for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light

of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

from?" I wonder, looking

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

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

is large and spacious with a

the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and

bridge connects the

the bridge, there is a large bed

a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster

chairs sits beside the the left wall and

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

my surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means

to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks

is no child’s

This is a prison.

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

him and to my horror, find that his left eye is

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

a pile of sheets

Zane’s memories, I

begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

the door swings

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

as Zane climbs out of

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

piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

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

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up the

down at little Zane and

asks, taking the card and reading the

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not

I’m glad I don’t

not

due any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

do you have

anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with

hands it to the woman who

says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels

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

pauses,

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

and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile, little

Wyatt, the two of

quiet as he eats, careful

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

bursts open, a tall man

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

is a scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are almost

me in here, Ellie?" he

a meeting in

has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

made for him on his

but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly

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

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

the face, Zane falling over on

her feet in

she snarls, shoving him though he does

was just showing

not look me in the eye!" Sebastian

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

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to his

that will one

curling his finger at

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take

head high, his freshly split lip quivering

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

sobs I know

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

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

I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by

staring blankly at

comfort him, my mind

was a prisoner in his own

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