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.

was that? Did you hear something?" she asks, her eyes opening and

and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

echoes from the light, singing

wonder, looking around

decide to follow the voice towards the

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

a high ceiling, the

sitting on the tree on

rope bridge connects the two

a large bed with forest covers

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

the the left wall and hundreds of books

are very few toys, only a small

air vent the only means of

to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains

no child’s

This is a prison.

over several sheets of paper.He

him and to my horror, find that his left eye

his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over

pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s

begin to jingle, the little boy

are undone, the door

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

climbs out of his chair to greet the woman

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

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with

is busy setting up the food on the

down at

taking the card and reading

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

I don’t

I'm not a

now," the woman

do you have a card for your

nods anyway and fishes out

it to the woman

cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down

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

she pauses, searching for

baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that

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

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

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

bursts open, a tall

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

is a scar just below his

hair is combed back and

why you called me in

for a meeting in 15

a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

Daddy what you made for

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

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

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

the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

is on her feet in an instant,

she snarls, shoving

showing you

look me in

man looks another man in

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to

one day lead this pack,

his finger at Zane

a weak

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

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

swallowing back the sobs I know he

father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I

memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling

find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

comfort him, my mind

was a prisoner in his

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