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

for

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a

from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

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

I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

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

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

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

bridge connects

below the bridge, there is a large bed with forest covers

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

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

room, there are very few toys, only

room, an air

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

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

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

pile of sheets repeating

be Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle, the little

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

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

out of his chair to greet the woman

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

eyes like the ocean,

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

arm who is busy setting up the food on

at little

taking the

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

glad I don’t

I'm not a father

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

have a

anyway and fishes out another card, this

hands it to the woman who

her voice cracking a little as

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

is just...." she pauses,

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

our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile,

the two of them

is very quiet as he eats, careful not

explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier that

bursts open,

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

scar just

and

me in here, Ellie?"

for a meeting in

gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

for him

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

eye when addressing me, boy,"

the face, Zane

is on her feet in an instant,

animal!" she snarls, shoving him

was just showing

look me in the

in the

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

one day lead this pack,

curling his finger at Zane

behind a weak Alpha to take my

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

them back with all of his might so as not to enrage

swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call

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

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

open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly

to help comfort him, my

prisoner in his

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