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, her eyes opening and scanning the

for her to close her

***Natalia***

a little white light

light, singing

voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around

I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching it

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

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

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

rope bridge connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed

the opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

chairs sits beside the the left wall and

are very few toys, only a small stuffed

windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5

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 Zane" over and

him, there is a pile

Zane’s memories, I

jingle,

are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

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

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

wiggles out of his mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on the

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

man looks down at little Zane and

for me kid?" He asks, taking the

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

glad I don’t

not a father

due any minute now," the woman laughs,

have a card for your

and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture on

it to the woman who reads

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

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

is just...." she pauses, searching for the right

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

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

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

he eats, careful not to

talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on

door suddenly bursts open, a tall

bulging muscles and broad shoulders

scar

and his eyes are almost

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

for a

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

for

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

man towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently

look me in the eye when addressing me, boy," the man spits, Zane remaining

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

on her feet in an instant,

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

was just showing you his

look me in the

in the eye when he’s talking to

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

one

his finger at Zane to

behind a weak Alpha to

high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds

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

back the sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t deserve to

leaving me all alone in the pitch black with

unkind to a

I open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face

to say to help comfort him, my

prisoner in

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