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.

Did you hear something?" she asks, her

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light

echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

wonder, looking around the

I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding

is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

on the tree on the left and a slide

bridge connects the

bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

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

the the left wall and hundreds of

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

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

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

no child’s

This is a prison.

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

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

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

pile of sheets

Zane’s

to jingle, the little boy stiffening

undone, the door swings

eyes and warm smile resemble

out of his chair to greet the

my beautiful boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

blue eyes like the ocean, and he

wiggles out of his mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

at little

the

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

I’m glad I don’t

I'm not

due any minute now," the woman

do you have a

anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with

hands it to the woman

says, her voice cracking a

my love," she

she pauses, searching for the

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

okay?"

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

careful not

explaining to him the many birds she

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders

scar

is combed back and his eyes are

called me in here, Ellie?" he

a meeting in

gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

what you made for

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

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

then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the

feet in an instant,

you animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing you his

look me in the

real man looks another man in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane

one day lead this pack,

finger

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha

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

but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all

sobs I know he wants

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t deserve to

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

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

I open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at

say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

a prisoner in his own

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