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

gesture for her

***Natalia***

 I scan the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

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

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing

my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice

blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing

spacious with a

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

connects the

the bridge, there is a large

be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a

chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index

child’s room, there are very few toys,

no windows in the room, an air

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 be

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

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

a pile

Zane’s memories,

door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening

the

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

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

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

piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with

man’s arm who is busy

man looks down at little Zane

taking the card and reading the words

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

I don’t smell," he

I'm not

is due any minute now,"

have

and fishes out another card, this one darker and with

woman who reads it

cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls

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

is just...." she pauses, searching

own way." see in her eyes that

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

the two of them enjoying their

as he eats, careful not

talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw

bursts open,

his bulging muscles and

scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and his

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

a meeting in

has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

made for him on his

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

me, boy,"

the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

is on her feet in an

she snarls, shoving him though he does not

was just showing you

look me

man in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to his

that will one day lead this

finger at Zane to come

a weak Alpha to take my

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

strong, holding them back with all of

sobs

heart swelling with pride

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black

however, is the realization that I have been unkind to

Zane staring blankly

to help comfort him, my

prisoner in his

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