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.

she asks, her eyes

little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little

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

I wonder, looking around the emptiness

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

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

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

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

rope bridge connects

there is a large bed

there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a

the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent

make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

little boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of

his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

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

pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s

door begin to jingle,

are undone, the door swings open, a

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

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

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

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

desk, pulling out

is

looks down at little

for me kid?" He asks, taking the card and reading the words

not

I don’t smell,"

not a father

wife is due any minute now," the woman

you have a

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

it to the woman

now," she says, her voice cracking a little as

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

is just...." she pauses, searching

loves you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even

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

two of them

eats, careful not to chew

the many birds she saw on

bursts open, a tall man

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

a scar just below

and his eyes are almost

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

for a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

for him

his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out

with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out

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

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face,

in

she snarls, shoving

was just showing

me in the eye!"

real man looks another man in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

one day lead this pack,

his finger at

a weak Alpha to

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 the card out to the tall

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

the sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he

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

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

open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face

him, my mind still reeling from all

prisoner in his own

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