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 eyes opening

laugh a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white light appears in

light,

coming from?" I wonder, looking around the

my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the

envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing

a high

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

bridge connects the

is a large

the opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge,

chairs sits beside the the left wall

child’s room, there are very few toys,

an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5

left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the

with his sleeve as he scribbles "My

pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s

the door begin to jingle,

locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

as Zane climbs out of

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

his piercing blue eyes like the

the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on the

the man’s arm who is busy setting

at little Zane

the card

you’re not mean.I like you." he

I’m glad I

I'm not a

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

have

he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one

woman who reads it out

good now," she says, her voice cracking a little

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

just...." she pauses,

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

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

the two of them enjoying their

careful not to chew loudly or

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

open,

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

a scar just below

back and his eyes are almost black

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

due for a

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

what you made for him

mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds

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

in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a small

is on her feet in an instant,

snarls, shoving him

showing you his

not look me in the eye!" Sebastian

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

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to his

boy that will one day lead this pack,

finger

behind a weak

his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip

with all of his might so as not

the sobs I know he wants

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my

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

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

him, my mind still reeling from all

a prisoner in

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