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

gesture for her to

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

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

coming from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness

with my thoughts, I decide to follow

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

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

connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini

the the left wall and hundreds of

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

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and

room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than

eye is completely

wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s memories,

to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman

smile resemble Zane’s whenever

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

beautiful boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the

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

pokes the man’s arm who is

looks down at little Zane

asks, taking the card

Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not

I’m glad I don’t smell,"

I'm not

wife is due any minute now," the

have a card

but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker

hands it to the woman

her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane to

good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not to let

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

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

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

the two of them

is very quiet as he eats, careful not

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

bursts open, a

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

a scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

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

a meeting in

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane

"Go on, Zane,"

him

made for him on his special

disobey his mother, climbing out of his

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

look me in the eye when addressing me,

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

on her feet in an instant, screaming at

she snarls, shoving him though he

was just showing

look me in

man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to

one day lead this

curling his finger at

behind a weak

head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he

cling to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all

heavily, swallowing back the sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t deserve to call me father,"

the pitch black with my

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

open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the

help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the

a prisoner

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