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.

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

a little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

light, singing a sweet

I wonder, looking around

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

surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing

a high ceiling,

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

bridge connects the

a large bed with forest

the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of

there are very few toys, only a small stuffed

are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and cool

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

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more

horror, find that his left eye is

tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on a

is a pile of

be Zane’s memories,

to jingle, the little boy

are undone, the door swings

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

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

my beautiful boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on

like

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

who is busy setting

at

He asks, taking the card and reading

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

I’m glad I don’t

not

now," the

sweetie, do you have

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker

woman

cracking a little as she

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

just...." she pauses, searching

very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes

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

two

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

of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

a scar just below

is combed back and his eyes are almost black with

in here, Ellie?" he snaps

due for a meeting

a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

made for him on

fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out

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

me, boy," the man spits,

in the face, Zane falling over on the ground

feet in

she snarls, shoving him though

was just showing you

did not look me in

in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to

one day lead

roars, curling his finger at Zane to come

behind a weak Alpha to take

high, his freshly

little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his

swallowing back the sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

can’t say the words, then he doesn’t

the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch

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

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him, my

was a prisoner in his own

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