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 opening and scanning

little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing

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

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

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for

large and spacious with a high ceiling,

sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree on

rope bridge connects

bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped

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

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

room, an air vent the only means of

the room, which appears to be bolted shut with

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than

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

furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on a sheet of

pile

be Zane’s memories, I

locks on the door begin to jingle, the

locks are undone, the

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

climbs out

her arms, Zane resting his

piercing blue eyes like the

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

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up

man looks down at little Zane

the card

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

I’m glad I don’t smell,"

not

any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane

have

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

the woman

good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she

good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard

just...." she pauses, searching

in his own way." see in her eyes that even she

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

is very quiet as he eats, careful

the many birds she saw on

suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders

a scar just

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

in here,

a meeting

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him

Daddy what you made for

not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and

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

eye when addressing me, boy," the

the face, Zane falling over

in an

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though

just showing you his

not look me in the eye!" Sebastian

in the eye when he’s talking to

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane

will one day lead this

curling his finger at Zane to come

leave behind a weak

he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering

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

swallowing back the sobs I know he

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t deserve to call me father,"

all alone in the pitch black with my

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

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly

know what to say to help comfort him,

a prisoner in his own

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