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.

asks, her eyes

gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

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

a woman echoes from the light, singing

that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around

thoughts, I decide to follow the voice

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

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the

opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on

bridge connects the two

there is a large bed

kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume

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

room, there are very few toys, only

an air vent the only means of fresh air,

appears to be

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

sheets

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

he scribbles

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating

be Zane’s memories,

begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

undone, the door

warm smile resemble

Zane climbs out of his chair

Zane resting his head on

piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but not

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

who is busy setting up

man looks down at little Zane

taking the card and

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

I’m glad I don’t

not a

now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding

sweetie, do you have a card

and fishes out another card, this

it to the woman who reads

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

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

pauses, searching for

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

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

Wyatt, the two of them

as he eats, careful

talking, explaining to him the many birds she

bursts open, a tall man storming

6ft 4, his bulging muscles

scar just below his

and his eyes are almost black with

to explain why you called me in

for a meeting in

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

made for him on his

climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

addressing me, boy," the man spits, Zane

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

her feet in

you animal!" she snarls, shoving him

showing you

not look me in the eye!" Sebastian

in the

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to his

that will one

curling his finger

a weak Alpha to take my

his father.He holds his head high, his freshly

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

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

the words, then he doesn’t

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

have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling

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

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

a prisoner in his own

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