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 eyes opening and

gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

a little

of a woman echoes from the light, singing a

from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the

envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for

with a

the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around

connects the

there is a large bed with forest covers and

is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

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

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

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

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

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

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s

to jingle,

of the locks are undone, the door

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

climbs out of his chair

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

like the ocean, and he is fit but

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with

who is busy setting up the

looks down at little

asks, taking the card and reading the words

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

I don’t smell,"

I'm not

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

have a card for your

he nods anyway and fishes out

the woman who reads it out

cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane

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

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

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

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

the two of them

as he eats, careful not to chew

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier

suddenly bursts open, a tall

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders

is a scar just below

back and his eyes are almost

why you called me in here, Ellie?" he

a meeting

has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

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

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

you made for him on his special

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

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

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

the face, Zane falling over on

in

shoving him though he does not

was just showing

did not look me in the

man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to

will one day

roars, curling his finger

not leave behind a weak

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

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

sobs I know he wants

cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t deserve to call me father,"

the pitch black with my

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

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his

comfort him, my mind

a prisoner in his own

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