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.

something?" she asks, her eyes opening and

gesture for her

***Natalia***

scan the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light

the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

looking around

alone with my thoughts, I decide to

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

with a high ceiling, the decor

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

rope bridge connects

bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers

there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a

beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and

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

air

can make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

to my horror, find that his left eye is

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

a pile of sheets repeating the same

be Zane’s memories,

to jingle,

undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

smile resemble Zane’s whenever

related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet

Zane resting his

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

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

the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food on the

down at little

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

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not

I’m glad I don’t smell,"

not

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

you have a card for

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another

it to the woman who reads

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

boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not

is just...." she pauses,

baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way."

our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile,

the two of them enjoying their

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

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

suddenly bursts open, a tall

muscles and

is a scar just below his

and his eyes

in here,

due for a meeting in

has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

Daddy what you made for him

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

flared nostrils keeps his head

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

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a small

feet in an instant,

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does

was just showing you

look me

in

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

boy that will one day lead

finger at

a weak Alpha

his head high, his freshly split lip

with all of his might so as not to enrage his father

swallowing back the sobs I know

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t deserve to

the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling

I find Zane staring blankly at the

comfort him,

prisoner in

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