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.

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

gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little

echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

decide to follow the voice towards the

me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments

and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

connects the two

there is a large bed with forest covers

there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with

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

this appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys,

air vent the only means of

near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted

is no child’s

This is a prison.

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

and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen

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

is a pile

must be Zane’s

locks on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

the door

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

out of his chair to greet

she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart

blue eyes like the ocean,

wiggles out of his mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a

man’s arm who is busy setting up the food on the

man looks down at little Zane and

taking the card and reading the

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

I’m glad I

I'm not a

now,"

have a card

he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

hands it to the woman who reads

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

boy, my love," she

pauses,

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

okay?" she forces a smile,

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two

careful not

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on

bursts open,

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

scar just below his

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are almost black

me in here,

due for a meeting in

gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

you made for him on

his mother, climbing out

nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently

addressing me, boy," the man spits, Zane

in the face, Zane falling over on

her feet in an instant,

she snarls, shoving him though he

was just showing

me in the eye!"

in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to his

boy that will one

curling his finger at Zane to

I will not leave behind a weak

he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly

holding them back with all

swallowing back the sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to call

the pitch

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

blankly at the floor,

to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information

a prisoner in his

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