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,

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and I

is that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around the

decide to follow the voice towards the light,

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

a high ceiling, the

structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree on the

bridge connects the

is a large bed with

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets

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

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

the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air,

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

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name

a pile of

be Zane’s memories, I

jingle, the little boy stiffening up

undone, the

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

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

his piercing blue eyes like

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

who is busy setting up the

man looks down at

the card and reading the

and you’re not

I don’t smell,"

not

due any minute now,"

sweetie, do you have a card for your

he nods anyway and fishes out another

woman

promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little

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

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

you very much.Just in his own way." see

okay?" she forces a smile, little Zane

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

as he eats, careful

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

bursts open, a

muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

is a scar just below his

hair is combed back and his eyes

explain why you called me in here, Ellie?"

due for a meeting

a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

made for him on

but does not disobey his mother, climbing

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

addressing me, boy," the man spits,

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a small

feet in

snarls, shoving him

showing you

me in the eye!" Sebastian

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

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

that will one day

his finger at

a weak Alpha to take

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

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

the sobs I know

his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t deserve to

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I just

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

open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly

to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the

a prisoner in his

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