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.

was that? Did you hear something?" she asks, her

little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

 I scan the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

from the light,

coming from?" I wonder, looking

to follow

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding

a high ceiling, the decor

tree-like structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree

bridge connects

below the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers

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

beside the the left wall and hundreds of books

few toys, only a small stuffed gray

there are no windows in the room, an air

of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

to him and to my horror, find that his left eye

tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on a sheet of

a pile of sheets repeating the same

be Zane’s memories,

jingle, the little boy stiffening

undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

resemble Zane’s

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

eyes like the ocean, and he is

his mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is

man looks down at little Zane and

asks, taking the card

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not

glad I don’t smell," he

not a father

is due any minute now," the

have a card for

out

hands it to the woman who reads

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

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

she pauses,

loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even

lunch, okay?" she

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

eats, careful not to

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

open,

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and

a scar just below

back and his eyes

explain why you called me in here, Ellie?"

due for a meeting

son has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at

"Go on, Zane,"

him

you made for him on his special

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and

him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as

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

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on

in an instant, screaming

shoving him though he

was just showing

me in the

man looks another man in

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to his

one

curling his finger at Zane to come

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha

high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out to the tall

little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his

the sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t deserve to

the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my

to a man who has grown

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

him, my mind still reeling from all the information I

prisoner in

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