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.

hear something?" she asks, her eyes opening

for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light

from the light, singing a sweet

that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around

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

as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

large and spacious with a high

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

connects

bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers and

to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and

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

are very few toys, only

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

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

no child’s

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t

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

his sleeve as he scribbles "My

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s

jingle,

the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman

resemble

must be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of

Zane

like

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

arm who is busy setting up

man looks down at little Zane and

asks, taking the

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

I’m glad I

not

is due any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

do you have

nods anyway and fishes out

woman who reads it

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

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

pauses, searching for

much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even

our lunch, okay?" she forces a

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

is very quiet as he eats, careful

to him the many birds she saw

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

6ft 4, his bulging muscles

scar just below his

back and his eyes

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

for a

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

you made for him on his special

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

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

when addressing me, boy," the man spits,

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

in an instant, screaming at

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing

did not look me in the

in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to his

boy that will one

finger at Zane to come

leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he

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

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve

in the pitch black with my

have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone

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

to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

a prisoner in

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255