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.

she asks,

little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

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

the light,

wonder, looking

I decide to follow the

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few

a high ceiling, the decor

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

connects the

is a large bed with forest covers and

of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a

wall and hundreds of

be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf

air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation

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

child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

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

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

pile

must be Zane’s memories,

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

undone, the door swings open, a

resemble Zane’s whenever

out of his chair to greet the

as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart

eyes like the ocean, and he is

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

man’s arm who is

down at little Zane

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

and you’re not mean.I

I don’t smell," he

not

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

you have a

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

it to the woman who

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

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

pauses, searching for the

very much.Just in his own way."

have our lunch, okay?" she forces a

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two

he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

a scar just below his

and his eyes are almost black with

to explain why you called me in here,

a meeting in 15

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

for him on

at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to

him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as

me, boy," the man spits, Zane remaining

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the

on her feet in an

snarls, shoving him though he does

showing you his

not look me

another man in the eye when he’s

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to his

will one day lead this pack,

curling his finger at

behind a weak Alpha to take my

approaches his father.He 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 not to enrage his father

sobs I know he

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to call me

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

however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a

blankly at the floor,

him, my mind still reeling from all the

a prisoner

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