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.

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

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

when suddenly a

woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

looking around the

decide to

as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the

bridge connects the

a

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

small table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on

be a child’s room, there are very few toys,

an air

which appears to be bolted shut

child’s

This is a prison.

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

his left eye is completely

he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s memories,

to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

after several of the locks are undone, the door

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his

Zane resting his head

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

wiggles out of his mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on

arm who is busy setting up

man looks down at little Zane

taking the card

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

glad I

not a

minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

sweetie, do you have a card for your

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture

to the woman

cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down

already a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not

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

much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that

you and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

he eats, careful not to chew

of the talking, explaining to him the many birds

bursts open, a

muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

a scar

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

you called me in here, Ellie?" he

a meeting in

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane

"Go on, Zane,"

him

made for him

at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat

with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as

will look me in the eye when addressing me, boy," the man spits, Zane

raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on

her feet in an instant,

you animal!" she snarls, shoving

showing you

look me in

looks another man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to

one

curling his finger at

behind a weak Alpha to

holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out to

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

swallowing back the sobs I know he

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t deserve to call

the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at

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

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at

to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the

a prisoner

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