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.

she asks, her

little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

from the light,

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

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

and spacious with a high ceiling, the

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on

rope bridge connects

there is a large bed with

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

small table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index

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

room, an air vent the only means of fresh

which appears to be bolted shut with

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more

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

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

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating

must be Zane’s memories, I

begin to jingle,

of the locks are undone, the

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

must be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

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

like

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small

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

down at little Zane and

kid?" He asks, taking the card

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

glad I don’t smell,"

I'm not a father

wife is due any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

do you have

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

the woman who reads it out

cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane

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

pauses, searching

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

and I have our lunch, okay?"

the two of them enjoying their meal

careful not to chew loudly or make

most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds

bursts open, a tall man storming

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

a scar just below his

and his eyes

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

a meeting in

son has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

him

what you made for him on his special

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of

his head

when addressing me, boy," the

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

feet in an instant, screaming at

snarls, shoving him

was just showing you his

look me

real man looks another man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

that will one day lead

roars, curling his finger at

a weak Alpha to

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

back with all

back the sobs I know he wants to let

cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to call me

memory fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to

painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

help comfort him, my mind still reeling

prisoner in

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