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 opening and scanning the

a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

a little white light appears in the black

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

coming from?" I wonder, looking

I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing a

a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

tree-like structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree

rope bridge connects

there is a large bed with forest covers

opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

wall and

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

my surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only

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

child’s

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets

left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his

his sleeve as he scribbles "My name

pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s memories,

begin to jingle, the little

the door swings open, a

resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

as Zane climbs out of his chair

she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is

man looks down at little Zane and

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

nice and you’re not mean.I like you." he says, his

glad I don’t smell," he

I'm not a

minute now,"

sweetie, do you have a card for your

slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture on

to the woman who reads

her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and

a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not

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

his own way." see

okay?"

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

the many birds she saw on

door suddenly bursts open, a

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

a scar just

and

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

for a meeting

son has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

Agnes? The man turns to look

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

made for him on his

in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

nostrils keeps his

will look me in the eye when addressing me,

and strikes Zane in the

is on her feet in an instant, screaming at

shoving him though

was just showing

did not look me in the eye!" Sebastian

in the

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane

will one

his finger at Zane to

leave behind a weak

holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering

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

swallowing back the sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t

all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at

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

Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

prisoner in

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