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.

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

and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light appears

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

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

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling,

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

connects the two

the bridge, there is a large bed with

equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall

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

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

entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

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

furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane"

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating

be Zane’s memories, I

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening

the locks are undone, the door swings open, a

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

out of his

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

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but not

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

who is busy setting

at little Zane

the

and you’re not mean.I

I don’t smell," he

I'm not a father

any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane

sweetie, do you have

and fishes out

hands it to the woman who

she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she

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

is just...." she pauses,

loves you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even she doesn’t

lunch, okay?" she forces a

dismisses Wyatt, the two of

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

explaining to him the

open, a tall

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

is a scar just below

is combed back and his eyes are almost black

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

a

son has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is

"Go on, Zane,"

him

you made for him on his special

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and

him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

will look me in the eye when addressing me, boy," the man spits,

Zane in the face, Zane falling over

feet in

snarls, shoving him

just showing you

look me in

looks another man in the eye when he’s

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to his

boy that will one day lead this

his finger at Zane

leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

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

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

swallowing back the sobs I

cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to call

pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what I

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

I open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly

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

a prisoner in his own

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