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.

you hear something?" she asks, her eyes

and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

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

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

is that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking

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

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

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

a treehouse sitting on the tree on

connects

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

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

left wall and hundreds

this appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few

room, an air vent the

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

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises

as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and

is a pile of

Zane’s memories,

begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

the locks are undone, the door swings

smile resemble Zane’s

as Zane climbs out of his

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

eyes like

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

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

at

taking the card and reading the words

Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not

glad I don’t smell," he

not

due any minute now," the woman

do you have a card for your

fishes out another card, this one darker and with no

the woman who reads it out

promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little

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

she pauses, searching for the

own way."

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

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her

open, a tall

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

a scar

and his

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

due for a meeting

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him

what you made for

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

glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

me, boy," the man spits,

in the face, Zane falling over on the

in an instant, screaming at

shoving him

was just showing you his

not look me in the eye!"

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

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to

will one day

finger at Zane to

behind a

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

back with all of his might so as not

sobs

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

in the pitch black with my

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

Zane staring blankly

say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

a prisoner in his

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