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

and gesture for

***Natalia***

scan the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the

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

looking around

my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards

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

with a high ceiling, the

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

bridge connects

a large

opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I

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

few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf

are no windows in the room, an air

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

is no child’s

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

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

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

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating the

must be Zane’s memories,

on the door begin to jingle, the

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

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with a

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

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

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

the man’s arm who is busy setting

at little Zane and

He asks, taking the card and reading the words out

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

I don’t

I'm not a father

due any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

sweetie, do you have a

he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no

hands it to the woman

Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads

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

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

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

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

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

as he eats, careful not

to him the many birds she saw on

bursts open, a

muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

you called me in here, Ellie?" he

for a

a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him

for him on

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

Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

when addressing me, boy," the man spits,

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a small

in an

snarls, shoving

was just showing

look me in

another man in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to

one day lead this

curling his finger at Zane to

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha

approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split

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

swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

memory fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black

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

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

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

prisoner in

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