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.

you hear something?" she asks, her

and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light appears in the

from the light, singing a

wonder, looking around the emptiness

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

blinding

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the

rope bridge connects the two

a

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped

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

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

room, an air vent the only means

appears to be bolted shut with a

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be

horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his

his sleeve as he scribbles "My name

him, there is a pile

Zane’s memories, I

on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a

resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

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

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

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

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

timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy

looks down at little

asks, taking the card and

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you." he says, his face softening

glad I don’t smell,"

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

it to the woman

Day, Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane to

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

she pauses, searching for

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

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

dismisses Wyatt, the two

careful not to chew loudly or

the

suddenly bursts open, a

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

a scar just below his

and his eyes are almost black with

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

due for a meeting

son has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

you made for

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

with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking

when addressing me, boy," the man spits, Zane remaining frozen

strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground

feet in an instant, screaming at

you animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does not

showing

look me

looks another man in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to

boy that will one day

finger

behind a

approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card

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

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

memory fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I

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

staring blankly at the

him, my mind still reeling from all

was a prisoner in

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