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

gesture for her to

***Natalia***

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

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

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

I decide to follow the voice

temporarily blinding

large and spacious with a

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree on

bridge connects

a large bed with forest covers and

what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed

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

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

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

little boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

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

as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over

a pile of

must be Zane’s memories,

door begin to jingle, the

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

smile resemble Zane’s whenever

Zane climbs out of his chair to

into her arms, Zane resting his head on her

eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

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

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

down at little

the card and reading the words

not mean.I

I don’t

not

now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding

sweetie, do you have a card

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

woman

Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a

she sighs, trying very hard

pauses, searching

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

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces a

dismisses Wyatt, the two

eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

the many

open, a tall man

muscles and broad shoulders barely

scar just

and his

why you called me in here, Ellie?" he snaps

due for a

a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him

Daddy what you made for

disobey his mother, climbing out of

keeps his head down, his hand

the eye when addressing me, boy,"

then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

her feet in an instant,

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing you

not look me in

another man in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to his

will one day

his finger at

will not leave behind a weak

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

to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as

sobs I know he wants

his father, my heart swelling

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to call me father,"

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

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

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

even know what to say to help comfort him, my

was a prisoner in his

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