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 eyes opening

laugh a little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

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

from?" I wonder, looking around the

decide to follow the

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing a

with a high ceiling,

treehouse sitting on the tree on

rope bridge connects

there is a

of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume contain

the left wall and hundreds of books and index

this appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed

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

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

is no child’s

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of

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

sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on a sheet of

a pile

must be Zane’s memories,

jingle, the little boy stiffening up

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

warm smile resemble Zane’s

as Zane climbs out

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

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the

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

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

at little Zane

the card and

not mean.I like you." he says, his face

I

I'm not a father

now," the

you have a card for

and fishes out another card, this one darker

hands it to the woman who reads

Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before

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

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

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

okay?" she forces

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to

him the many birds she

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

a scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are almost

you called me in

for a meeting in

son has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

for him on

not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he

the eye when addressing me,

in the face, Zane falling over on the

in an instant, screaming

snarls, shoving him

just showing you his

did not look me

another man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

boy that will one day lead

curling his finger

I will not leave behind a

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

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

sobs

my heart swelling with pride

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t

the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I

realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown

Zane staring blankly

him, my mind still reeling from all the

was a prisoner in his own

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