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, her eyes opening and

and gesture for her

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and I

wonder, looking around the emptiness

to follow the

me, temporarily blinding me for

spacious with a high

a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

connects the

the bridge, there is a

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

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and

room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray

room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation

can make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

sheets

come closer to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark

his sleeve as he scribbles "My name

is a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s memories, I

door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

several of the locks are undone, the

resemble Zane’s whenever he

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

her arms, Zane resting his head

eyes like the ocean,

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

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up

at little

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

not

glad I

I'm not a father

now," the woman

do you have a card for

fishes out

the woman

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

she sighs, trying very hard not

she pauses, searching for the

way." see in her

our lunch, okay?" she forces

the two of

very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

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

door suddenly bursts open, a tall

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

is a scar

and his eyes

called me in here, Ellie?"

due for a

a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

you made for

his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking

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

then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the

is on her feet in an instant, screaming at the

animal!" she snarls, shoving him

showing you

not look me

in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to

one day lead this pack,

finger at

behind a weak

high,

strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

can’t say the words, then he

alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I just

unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly

to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

prisoner in his own

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