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 the

gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

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

from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

is that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness

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

blinding me for a few moments before settling back

is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

tree-like structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the

bridge connects

a large bed with forest covers

room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven,

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

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

there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

to be bolted shut with

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen

tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is

a pile of sheets repeating the

must be Zane’s memories,

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

undone, the door swings

smile resemble Zane’s whenever

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

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

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

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

is busy setting up

looks down at

asks, taking the card and reading

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

I’m glad I don’t smell," he

I'm not a father

due any minute now," the woman

you have a card

but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

woman who reads

Day, Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she

are already a very good boy, my love," she

she pauses, searching for

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

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

Wyatt, the two

eats, careful not to chew

talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw

bursts open, a tall man

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

a scar

is combed back and his

called me in here,

due for a

son has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

Daddy what you made for him on

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

with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

the eye when addressing me,

strikes Zane in the face,

is on her feet in an instant,

snarls, shoving him

showing you

did not look me in the

looks another man in the eye when he’s

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane

that will one day

roars, curling his finger

a

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

holding them back with all

the sobs I know he wants to let

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

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

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

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

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

prisoner

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