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 eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

wonder, looking around the emptiness but

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

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

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

the room, a treehouse sitting on the

bridge connects the

is a large

to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a

wall

very few toys, only a

room, an air vent the only means of fresh air,

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

is no child’s

This is a prison.

several sheets of paper.He can’t be

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

sleeve as he scribbles "My name is

a pile

must be Zane’s

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy

undone, the door swings open, a

smile resemble Zane’s

watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman

arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

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

arm who is busy setting

man looks down at little Zane

kid?" He asks, taking the card and reading

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

I don’t smell,"

I'm not a father

is due any minute now,"

do you have a card for your

slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture

the woman

voice cracking a

she sighs, trying very

just...." she pauses, searching for

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

and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile, little Zane

two of them enjoying their meal

he eats, careful not to

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

bursts open, a tall man

bulging muscles

scar

hair is combed back and his eyes are almost

called me in

due for a meeting in

son has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

what you made for him on his

but does not disobey his mother, climbing out

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

when addressing me, boy," the man spits, Zane remaining frozen in

and strikes Zane in the face,

on her feet in an instant, screaming at

shoving him

was just showing you

look me in the eye!" Sebastian

man looks another man in

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to his

that will one day lead this

his finger at

leave behind a weak Alpha

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

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

back the sobs I know he wants

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to

me all alone in the pitch black with my

memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown

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

say to help comfort him, my mind still

was a prisoner

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