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
About The Silent Alpha - Chapter 28: Date 3
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