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.

she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the

laugh a little and gesture for

***Natalia***

a little white

the light, singing a

I wonder, looking around the emptiness

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

it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few

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

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

rope bridge connects the

there is a large bed with

equipped

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

be a child’s room, there are very few

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

the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

to my horror, find that his left eye is

crying, furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s memories,

begin to jingle, the

the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

resemble Zane’s whenever he

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

boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

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

pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on

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

down at little Zane and

for me kid?" He asks, taking the card and reading

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

glad I don’t smell,"

not a father

any minute now," the

sweetie, do you have a card for

and fishes out another card,

woman who reads it out

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

are already a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard

she pauses, searching

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

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

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

quiet as he eats, careful

the

door suddenly bursts open, a

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

a scar just

and his eyes

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

a meeting in

gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

made for him on his

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

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

eye when addressing me, boy,"

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

feet in

shoving him though he does not

just showing

not look me in the eye!"

looks another man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

that will one day lead

his finger at Zane to

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

high, his freshly split

but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all

the sobs I

swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to call me

the pitch black with my heart shattering to

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

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

what to say to help comfort him,

a prisoner in his own

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