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.

was that? Did you hear something?" she asks, her eyes opening and scanning

a little and gesture for

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white light

echoes from the light, singing

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

I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few

large and spacious with a high ceiling,

a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and

rope bridge connects the

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest

equipped

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

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

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

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

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

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

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s memories,

jingle, the little boy

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

resemble

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his

giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder

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

his mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small

is busy setting up the food on

down at little

the

Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not

I’m glad I don’t smell,"

I'm not

wife is due any minute now,"

do you have a card for your

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

to the woman who reads it

says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane to

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

just...." she pauses, searching

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

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

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew

explaining to him the many birds

open, a

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

is a scar just below his

back and his eyes are almost black with

explain why you called me in here, Ellie?" he

for a meeting

has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

for him on his

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

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out

addressing me, boy," the man spits, Zane remaining frozen

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

on her feet in an instant, screaming at

shoving him though he

just showing you his

look me

another man in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to his

that will one day lead this pack,

his finger

leave behind a

as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out

with all of his might so as not to enrage his father any

back the sobs I know he

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call

pitch black with my heart shattering

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

staring blankly at

to say to help comfort him,

was a prisoner in his own

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