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.

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

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white light appears

a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

looking

thoughts, I decide to follow the

temporarily blinding me for

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and

bridge connects the

is a

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

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

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

air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and cool

near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut

no child’s

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

crying, furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and

pile of sheets repeating the same

Zane’s memories, I

the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

the door swings

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with a

arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he

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

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is

looks down at

for me kid?" He asks, taking the card and reading the

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I

I don’t smell," he

I'm not a father

any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane

you have

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one

to the woman who reads it out

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

way." see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe

okay?"

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

scar just below

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

me in

due for a meeting in

gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

made for

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

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

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

Zane in the face, Zane

her feet in an instant,

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though

was just showing you

look me in the eye!" Sebastian

another man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to his

that will one

roars, curling his finger

will not leave behind a

himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his

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

swallowing back the sobs I know

faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to

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

been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

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

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

a prisoner in his own

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