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

laugh a little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

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

woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

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

my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding

room is large and spacious with a high

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

connects the two

bridge, there is a large bed with

opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini

wall and hundreds of books and index cards

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

windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation

room, which appears to be bolted

no child’s

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

sleeve as he scribbles

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s memories, I

jingle, the little boy

of the locks are undone, the door

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

note, watching as Zane climbs out

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

to the desk, pulling out a small card

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

man looks down at little Zane

kid?" He asks, taking the card and

not mean.I like you." he

glad I don’t

not a

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

have

slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with

the woman who reads it

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

a very good boy, my love," she

is just...." she pauses, searching

way."

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

he eats, careful not to chew

talking, explaining to him the many birds she

suddenly bursts open,

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

a scar just

is combed back and his eyes

you called me in here, Ellie?" he snaps

for a meeting in

son has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

Daddy what you made for him on his special

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

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

me, boy," the man spits, Zane remaining frozen in

the face, Zane falling over on

is on her feet in an instant, screaming

shoving him though he does not

was just showing you

did not look me in the eye!"

man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

that will one day lead this pack,

curling his finger at Zane to

will not leave behind a weak

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

his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his father any

back the sobs I know he

legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to call me

fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black

have been unkind to

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly

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

prisoner in

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