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.

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

little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

a little white light

a woman echoes from the light, singing a

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

I decide to follow the

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

with a high ceiling, the

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

bridge connects the

is a large bed with forest covers and

appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume

the left wall and hundreds of books and index

are very few toys, only a

air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and cool

the entrance of the room, which appears to

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

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

his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name

is a pile of

Zane’s memories,

to jingle,

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open,

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

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

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

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

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with a crudely

pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting up the

man looks down at little Zane and

taking the card and reading

Father’s Day, Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like

I’m glad I don’t smell," he

not a

now," the woman laughs,

you have a

fishes out

hands it to the woman

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

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

just...." she pauses, searching

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

have our lunch, okay?" she

the two of them enjoying their meal

careful not to chew loudly

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

bursts open,

muscles and broad shoulders

a scar

back and his

you called me in here, Ellie?" he snaps

for a meeting in 15

a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

him

what you made for him

climbing out of his seat and timidly

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

me, boy," the man spits, Zane remaining frozen in

the face, Zane falling over on the

on her feet in an instant,

snarls, shoving him

just showing you his

did not look me in the

real man looks another man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

one day lead

his finger at Zane to come

a weak

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

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

the sobs I know he wants to let

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t

in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

to a man who has grown up feeling

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

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

prisoner in his

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