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.

she asks, her

for

***Natalia***

a little white light

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

that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice

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

spacious with a high ceiling,

on the tree

connects

there is a large

what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a

the left wall

appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a

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

make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

child’s room,

This is a prison.

over several sheets of paper.He can’t be

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

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

him, there is a pile of sheets

be Zane’s memories,

to jingle,

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

warm smile resemble

must be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to

him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart

eyes like the ocean, and

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

pokes the man’s arm who is busy

down at little

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

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

I don’t smell,"

I'm not

minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

have

anyway and fishes out another card, this

to the woman

voice cracking a little

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

pauses,

baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that

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

two of them enjoying their meal

eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

explaining to him the many birds she saw on her

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

scar

is combed back and

explain why you called me in here,

a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is

"Go on, Zane,"

him

made for

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

keeps his head down, his

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

in the face, Zane

feet in an instant, screaming at

shoving him though

just showing you

me in the eye!"

looks another man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to

boy that will one day lead this pack,

roars, curling his finger at Zane to

behind a weak Alpha to

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

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

back the sobs I know he

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t deserve to call me

the pitch black with my heart shattering

painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who

blankly at the floor,

even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

a prisoner in his

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