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.

hear something?" she asks,

laugh a little and gesture for

***Natalia***

a little white light

echoes from the light,

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me

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

sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the

bridge connects the

is a large

the opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume contain

wall and hundreds of books and index

are very few toys, only a

there are no windows in the room, an air

appears to be bolted shut with

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

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

tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane"

a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s

to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

the door swings open, a beautiful

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

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

as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his

like the ocean, and he

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf

who is busy setting up the food on

looks down at little

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

very nice and you’re not mean.I like you." he says, his face

I don’t

not

wife is due any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding

sweetie, do you have a card for

slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

hands it to the woman who reads

good now," she says, her voice cracking

my love," she sighs, trying very

is just...." she pauses, searching for the

own way." see in her eyes that even

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

Wyatt, the two

careful not to chew loudly or make

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

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

scar just below

combed back and his

you called me in here, Ellie?" he snaps at the

a

son has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

you made for him on his

in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

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

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

and strikes Zane in the face,

her feet in an instant, screaming at the

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does not

showing you his

me in

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

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to his

that will one day

curling his finger

will not leave behind a

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

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

the sobs I know

heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

can’t say the words, then he

the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown

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

help comfort him, my mind

was a prisoner

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