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.

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

a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light

the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

wonder, looking around the

I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching it

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

and spacious with a high ceiling, the

on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the

bridge connects the

a large bed with forest

equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge,

the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

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

air vent the only

a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t

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

with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane"

him, there is a pile of

Zane’s

the door begin to jingle, the

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

and warm smile resemble

as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet

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

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn wolf on the

who is busy setting up the food on the

looks down at

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

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

glad I don’t smell," he

not

any minute now," the

have a

and fishes out

to the woman who reads

now," she says, her voice cracking a

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

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

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

our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile, little Zane nodding his

two of them enjoying

eats, careful not

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

bursts open, a tall man

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

a scar just

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are almost black with

me in here,

for a meeting

son has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him

for him on his

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to

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

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

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the

feet in an instant, screaming

you animal!" she snarls, shoving him though

just showing

did not look me in the eye!"

in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to his

that will one day

curling his finger

not leave behind a

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

his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as

swallowing back the sobs

my heart swelling with

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to

all alone in the pitch black with

that I have been unkind to a man who has

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at

know what to say to help comfort him, my

prisoner

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