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.

something?" she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

coming from?" I wonder, looking

I am alone with my thoughts, I decide to

me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the

the tree on the

bridge connects the two

there is a large bed with forest covers and

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

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

an air vent the only means of fresh air,

of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

several sheets of

my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his

his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name

a pile of sheets repeating

be Zane’s memories, I

door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

are undone, the door swings open,

warm smile resemble Zane’s

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

her arms, Zane

eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

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

the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food on

at little

taking the

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

I’m glad I don’t

not

due any minute now," the woman

have

slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another

to the woman who reads

promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she

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

pauses, searching for the right

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

I have our lunch, okay?"

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

eats, careful not

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier

open, a tall man storming

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

a scar

hair is combed back and his eyes are almost black with

explain why you called me in here, Ellie?"

due for a meeting in 15

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

what you made for him

not disobey his mother, climbing out

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

the eye when addressing me, boy," the man

strikes Zane in the face,

in an instant, screaming at the

snarls, shoving him though he

just showing you his

look me in the eye!" Sebastian

man in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to

one day

his finger at Zane

leave behind a weak Alpha to

his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as

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

sobs I know

my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

leaving me all alone in the pitch black

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

Zane staring blankly

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him,

a prisoner in

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