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 scanning

a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

coming from?" I wonder, looking

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow

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

spacious with a

the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

bridge connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini

the left wall and

child’s room, there are very few toys, only

the room, an air

appears to be

child’s

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

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

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

pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s memories, I

on the door begin to jingle,

of the locks are undone, the door swings

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

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

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

blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

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

arm who is

looks down at little

the card and reading the words

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

glad I don’t

I'm not a father

wife is due any minute now," the

have a

smile falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another

woman

good now," she says, her voice cracking

already a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not to let her tears

she pauses, searching for the right

own way." see in her eyes that

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

Wyatt, the two

eats, careful not to

does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

door suddenly bursts open,

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

scar just below his

is combed back and his

called me in here, Ellie?" he snaps at the

due for a meeting

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

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

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

what you made for

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

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

look me in the eye when addressing me, boy," the

strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a small

in an instant, screaming at the

she snarls, shoving him

showing you

me in the eye!" Sebastian

another man in

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

will one

curling his finger at

a

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

with all of his

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he

heart swelling with pride at his sheer

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t

the pitch

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

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid

what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information I

was a prisoner in his own

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