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

laugh a little and gesture for

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light appears in the black abyss of

of a woman echoes from the light,

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching it

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

and spacious with a high

opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left

rope bridge connects

is a

to be a small kitchenette equipped with a

wall and hundreds

are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf

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

out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

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

a pile of sheets repeating

be Zane’s memories, I

begin to jingle,

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

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

my beautiful boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card

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

man looks down at

kid?" He asks, taking the card

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

I’m glad I don’t

not a

any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding

have

out another card, this one

woman

Father's Day, Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads

good boy, my love," she sighs,

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

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see

lunch, okay?" she forces a

Wyatt, the two of them

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

of the talking, explaining to him the many

bursts open, a tall man

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

is a scar just below his

hair is combed back and his eyes are almost

to explain why you called me in here, Ellie?" he snaps at

a meeting in

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him

you made for him

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding

nostrils keeps his head down, his

addressing me, boy," the

raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face,

on her feet in an instant, screaming at

she snarls, shoving him though he

showing

did not look me in the eye!" Sebastian

looks another man in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to

will one day lead

his finger at Zane

a weak

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

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

the sobs I know

father, my heart swelling

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

the words, then he

alone in the pitch black with

have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by

my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly

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

a prisoner in his own

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