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.

Did you hear something?" she asks, her eyes opening and

for her

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a

of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice

blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing a

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

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

connects the

bridge, there is a

small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven,

two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of

a child’s room, there are very few toys, only

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

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

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

several sheets of paper.He can’t be more

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

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

a pile of sheets

must be Zane’s

on the door begin to jingle,

the locks are undone, the door swings

and warm smile resemble

Zane climbs out of his chair to greet

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

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

of his mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling

who is busy setting up the food on

looks down at little

He asks, taking the card and reading

and you’re not mean.I like

I’m glad I don’t smell,"

not a father

due any minute now," the

sweetie, do you have a card for your

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another

it to the woman who reads it

now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane

are already a very good boy, my love," she sighs,

she pauses,

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

lunch, okay?"

two of them enjoying

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to

him the

open, a

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders

a scar

back and

called me in here, Ellie?" he

a meeting in 15

gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

him

what you made for him on his special

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to

man towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

look me in the eye when addressing me,

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

in

shoving him though he does

was just showing you

me in the eye!" Sebastian

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

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to

one

finger at Zane

leave behind a

high,

little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

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

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

comfort him, my mind

a prisoner in his own

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