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,

little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light,

voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

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

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

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

rope bridge connects

there is a large bed with forest covers

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

the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

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

the room, an air vent

which appears to

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of

that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and

pile

Zane’s

door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening

the locks are undone, the door swings open,

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman

Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a

piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

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

who is busy setting up the food on the

looks down at little Zane and

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

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like

glad I don’t smell,"

I'm not

minute now," the woman laughs, Zane

have a

out another card, this one darker and with no picture on

woman who reads

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

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

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

his own way." see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe her own

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

two of

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

explaining to him the many birds

bursts open, a tall

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

scar just below

back and his

called me in

a meeting

son has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

him

made for him

his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his

look me in the eye when addressing me, boy,"

then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

her feet in an

you animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does

showing

did not look me

another man in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to

that will one day lead

curling his finger at

a weak Alpha to take

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

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

back the sobs I know he wants to

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch

I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should

staring blankly at the floor, his face

him, my mind still reeling from all the information I

was a prisoner in his own

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