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.

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

little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

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

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards

me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing a

with a high ceiling,

sitting on the tree on the left

bridge connects the

bridge, there is a large

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

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

a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small

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

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.

little boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his

as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on a sheet of

pile

must be Zane’s memories,

on the door begin to jingle, the little

locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

smile resemble

out of his chair to

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

like the

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

who is busy setting up the food

man looks down at

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

nice and you’re not

glad I don’t smell," he

not

now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding

have a card for your

and fishes out another card,

woman who reads it

now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls

love," she sighs, trying very hard not to let

she pauses, searching for the right

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

our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile, little Zane

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

as he eats, careful not

most of the talking, explaining to him the many

bursts open, a tall man storming

bulging muscles and

a scar just below

dark hair is combed back and his

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

for a

gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

you made for him on his

his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

flared nostrils keeps his

the eye when addressing me, boy," the man spits,

then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face,

feet in an

she snarls, shoving him though

showing

me in the eye!"

man looks another man in

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to his

that will one day

curling his finger at Zane to come

will not leave behind a weak Alpha

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

little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to let

shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t

the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

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

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

know what to say to help comfort him, my

was a prisoner

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