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

for her to close her

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

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

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

with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

on the tree on

connects

the bridge, there is a

side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume

small table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on

room, there are very few

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

bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

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

with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s memories,

to jingle, the little

the door

warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

Zane climbs out of his

my beautiful boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card with

who is busy setting up

looks down at

asks, taking the card and reading the

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I

I’m glad I don’t smell,"

not

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

do you have a card for

he nods anyway and fishes out another card,

the woman who reads

Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane to

a very good boy, my love," she sighs,

she pauses, searching for

loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes

have our lunch, okay?" she

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

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

suddenly bursts open, a

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

scar just

hair is combed back and his eyes are almost black

why you called me in here,

a meeting in

has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at

"Go on, Zane,"

him

what you made for him on

mother, climbing out

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

me in the eye when addressing me, boy,"

his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

on her feet in an instant, screaming at the

snarls, shoving him though he does

just showing you

me in the eye!"

another man in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to his

boy that will one day

roars, curling his finger at Zane to

not leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

father.He holds his head high, his

but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to

the sobs I know he

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

the words, then he doesn’t deserve

fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what

more painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved

open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at

to help comfort him, my mind

a prisoner in his

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