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 eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

and gesture for her

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the

woman echoes from the light, singing a

looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the

abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing a

a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

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

rope bridge connects the

there is a large bed with forest covers and

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

beside the the left wall and hundreds

very few toys, only a

the room, an air vent

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

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his

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

pile

be Zane’s memories,

door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

undone, the door swings open,

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

Zane climbs out of his chair

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

eyes like the ocean, and

the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely drawn

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

looks down at

me kid?" He asks, taking the card and reading the words out

not mean.I

I’m glad I don’t smell,"

not

is due any minute now," the woman laughs,

you have a

and fishes out another card, this one darker and

to the woman

voice cracking a little as she

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

just...." she pauses, searching for

you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe

have our lunch, okay?"

dismisses Wyatt, the two of

very quiet as he eats, careful

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

bursts open,

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

a scar

combed back and his eyes are almost black with

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

due for a meeting

son has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him

made for

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out

eye when addressing me, boy," the man spits,

the face, Zane falling

on her feet in an

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does

was just showing

me in

real man looks another man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

will one day lead this

curling his finger

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to

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

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

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know

my heart swelling with pride at his sheer

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

in the pitch black with my heart

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

Zane staring blankly at the

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

a prisoner in his

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