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.

that? Did you hear something?" she asks, her eyes

little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

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

a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

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

with my thoughts, I decide to follow

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

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and

connects

there is a large bed with

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a

small table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

very few

windows in the room, an air vent the only means

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

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

left eye

his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over

there is a pile

must be Zane’s memories,

jingle, the little boy

undone, the door swings open, a

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of

my beautiful boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head

like the ocean, and he is fit but not

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

arm who is busy setting up the food

looks down at little Zane

He asks, taking the card and reading the words

smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you." he

I’m glad I

I'm not

any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane

do you have a card for

anyway and fishes out another card, this

hands it to the woman

voice cracking a little as she reads before

she sighs, trying very hard not to let her tears

pauses, searching for the

in his own way." see in her eyes that

have our lunch, okay?"

the two of them

eats, careful not to chew loudly or

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

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

a scar

combed back and his eyes are

me in

a meeting in 15

has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him

what you made for him on his special

looks at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat

glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down,

me, boy,"

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

in an instant, screaming

snarls, shoving him though he

was just showing

me

looks another man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to his

one

curling his finger at Zane to come

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha to take

boy straightens himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds

his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to let

Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me

leaving me all alone in the pitch

painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should

blankly at the floor,

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

a prisoner in

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