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

a little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

scan the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a

the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

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

with my thoughts, I decide to

me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

spacious with a

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

bridge connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed

opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

beside the the left wall and hundreds of

room, there are very few toys, only a

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

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

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets

closer to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut,

with his sleeve as he scribbles

pile of sheets repeating the

must be Zane’s

jingle,

of the locks are undone, the door

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

watching as Zane climbs out of his chair

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

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card

who is busy setting up

looks down at little

asks, taking the

you’re not mean.I like you." he says, his face softening a

I don’t

I'm not

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

sweetie, do you have a card for

fishes out another card, this one darker

to the woman who reads

to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a

my love," she

just...." she pauses, searching for the

way." see in her eyes that even she

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

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

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

bursts open, a tall man storming

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

is a scar

combed back and his eyes are almost black with

in

due for a

has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

for him on his special

in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

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

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

strikes Zane in the face, Zane

in an instant,

she snarls, shoving

just showing

look me in the eye!"

another man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

will one

his finger

will not leave behind a weak Alpha to

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

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

back the sobs I know he wants

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he

pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I just

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

find Zane staring blankly at

to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

a prisoner in his

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