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.

asks, her eyes opening

and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white

echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

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

as abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me

spacious with a high

sitting on the tree on the

connects the two

a large bed with forest

to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume

chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and

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

no windows in the room, an air vent

to be bolted shut with a myriad of

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of

furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles

there is a pile

must be Zane’s memories, I

jingle, the little boy stiffening up

of the locks are undone, the door

resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with a

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

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

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

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

looks down at little Zane and

He asks, taking the card and reading

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

I don’t smell,"

I'm not a father

minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

you have a card for

and fishes out another card,

to the woman who

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

are already a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not to let

pauses, searching

you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe her own

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

two of them enjoying

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

does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds

door suddenly bursts open, a

muscles and broad shoulders

a scar just

back and

called me in here, Ellie?" he

due for a meeting in

son has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

Daddy what you made for

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

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking

will look me in the eye when addressing me, boy," the

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a

on her feet in an instant, screaming at the

animal!" she snarls, shoving him

just showing

not look me in the eye!"

another man in the eye when he’s

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to

boy that will one day

his finger at Zane to come

leave behind a weak

little boy straightens himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card

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

back the sobs I know he wants

his shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t deserve

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

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

I find Zane staring blankly

help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

was a prisoner in his

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