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.

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

a little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

echoes from the light, singing a sweet

that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness

to

temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

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

stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around

rope bridge connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers

there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini

small table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and

very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on

air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation

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

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

horror, find that his left eye

scribbles

him, there is a pile of

must be Zane’s memories, I

door begin to jingle, the

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

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

climbs out of his

lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her

piercing blue eyes like the

mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling

arm who is busy setting up the

at little Zane and

He asks, taking the card and

you’re not mean.I like you."

I

not

due any minute now," the woman

sweetie, do you have a card

he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture

it to the woman who

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

good boy, my love," she sighs,

pauses,

in his own way." see in

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces a

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

he eats, careful

explaining to him the many birds

suddenly bursts open, a

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

scar just below his

hair is combed back and his eyes are

me in here, Ellie?" he

due for a meeting

son has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

Daddy what you made for him on his

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding

glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his

when addressing me,

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over

in an

shoving him though he

showing you

not look me in the

in the eye when he’s

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to

will one day

his finger at

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha to

holds his head high, his

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

back the sobs I know he wants

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he

into the abyss, leaving me all alone 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 unloved by someone who should have cherished

find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

even know what to say to help comfort him, my

prisoner in

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