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

a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black abyss of my

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light,

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

I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around

rope bridge connects the

a

side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped

the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on

few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent

of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

left eye is

scribbles "My name is Zane"

pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s memories, I

begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

undone, the door swings open, a

eyes and warm smile resemble

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out

she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but not

desk, pulling out a small card

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up

looks down at little

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

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

I don’t

I'm not a father

wife is due any minute now,"

sweetie, do you have a card

fishes out another card, this one darker

it to the woman who reads it out

good now," she says, her voice cracking

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

pauses, searching for the

in his own way." see

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?"

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

as he eats, careful not

him the many birds she saw on her run earlier that

bursts open, a tall

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

scar just below his

hair is combed back and his eyes are almost

me in here,

due for a meeting in

son has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

what you made for him on his

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

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

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

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

her feet in an

snarls, shoving him

just showing you his

look me

in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

boy that will one day lead this

roars, curling his finger at

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha

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

his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as

sobs I know he wants to let

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

the words, then he doesn’t deserve

pitch black with my heart

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

I open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his

even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information

prisoner in

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