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 eyes opening and

and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

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

of a woman echoes from the light, singing

from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

to follow the

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

with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

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

bridge connects

below the bridge, there is a large bed with forest

what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with

wall and hundreds of books and index cards

to be a child’s room, there are very few

the room, an air

make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

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

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

there is a pile of sheets

must be Zane’s

to jingle, the

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

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

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

him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

eyes like the ocean, and

the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely

who is

looks down at little Zane

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

nice and you’re not mean.I like you."

I’m glad I don’t

I'm not a father

is due any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane

you have a card for your

anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture on

hands it to the woman who reads it

her voice cracking a

good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not

pauses, searching for the

own way." see in

our lunch, okay?"

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew

of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run

bursts open, a

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

a scar just

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

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

due for a meeting

son has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

made for him

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat

him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

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

Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the

in an instant, screaming

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing you his

not look me in the eye!"

real man looks another man in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

boy that will one day lead

roars, curling his finger at

will not leave behind a weak

approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out to

holding them back with all of his might so as

back the sobs I know he

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart

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

staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

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

was a prisoner in his own

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