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.

asks, her eyes opening and scanning the

a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

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

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

voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

to follow

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

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the

treehouse sitting on the tree on the

rope bridge connects the

a large bed with

room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a

two chairs sits beside the the left wall and

are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting on

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

the room, which appears to be bolted

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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 shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his

crying, furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane"

him, there is a pile

must be Zane’s memories,

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy

are undone, the door swings open,

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with

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

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but not

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

arm who is busy

at little Zane and

asks, taking the card and reading

nice and you’re not mean.I like you." he says, his face softening a

glad I don’t

I'm not a father

now," the woman laughs, Zane

have a card for

and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no

it to the woman who

her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down

she sighs, trying very

she pauses,

way." see in her eyes that even

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

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

to him the many birds she saw on her run

bursts open, a tall man storming

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

scar

hair is combed back and his eyes are

in here, Ellie?" he snaps at

a meeting

has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

what you made for him on

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

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out

the eye when addressing me, boy," the man

strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the

is on her feet in an instant, screaming at the

you animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he

just showing you his

did not look me in the

another man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to his

will one day

finger at Zane

will not leave behind a weak Alpha

high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as

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

sobs I know he

tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t deserve to call

in the pitch black with my heart

to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

blankly at the floor, his face

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

prisoner in his

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