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.

something?" she asks, her eyes

gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

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

woman echoes from the light, singing a

is that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around

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

as abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding

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

connects the two

is a large bed with forest covers

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven,

two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and

there are very few toys, only

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

can make out a bathroom near the 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.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

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

he scribbles

is a pile

be Zane’s memories,

begin to jingle, the little boy

after several of the locks are undone, the door swings open,

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

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

she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small

piercing blue eyes like the

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

arm who is busy setting up the food on

down at

He asks, taking the card and reading the

Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you." he says, his face softening a

glad I don’t smell,"

I'm not

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

you have a

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker

hands it to the woman

to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down

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

just...." she pauses,

own way." see

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

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew

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

open, a

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

called me in here, Ellie?" he

a meeting in 15

has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

Daddy what you made for him on his

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

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

addressing me,

arm and strikes Zane in the

is on her feet in an instant, screaming

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing you his

not look me in the eye!" Sebastian

real man looks another man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to

that will one

finger

will not leave behind a weak

head high, his freshly split lip

his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with

swallowing back the sobs

heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t

me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at

the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

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

what to say to help comfort him,

a prisoner in

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