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.

something?" she asks, her eyes

gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

suddenly a little white light appears

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

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

white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling

spacious with a high ceiling, the

treehouse sitting on the tree on the left

rope bridge connects

a large bed with forest

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

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

to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray

in the room, an air vent the only means

the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad

is no child’s

This is a prison.

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

my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut,

crying, furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on a sheet

a pile of sheets repeating the same

be Zane’s memories,

on the door begin to jingle, the little boy

the door swings

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

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

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

eyes like the ocean,

the desk, pulling out a small card

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

looks down at little

the card and reading the words

not mean.I like you." he says, his face softening a

glad I

I'm not

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

sweetie, do you have a card for your

he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture

to the woman who reads it out

her voice cracking a little as she

love," she sighs,

is just...." she pauses,

in his own way." see

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile,

two of them enjoying

careful

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

open, a tall

his bulging muscles and broad

is a scar just

combed back and

in

for a meeting

son has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

you made for him on

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

his head down, his hand

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

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with a small

her feet in an instant, screaming

snarls, shoving him

showing you

look me in

man looks another man in

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to his

that will one day

roars, curling his finger

leave behind a weak Alpha to take

head high, his freshly split lip

strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to

swallowing back the sobs I know he

my heart swelling with

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to call me father,"

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

realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should

I open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the

say to help comfort him,

was a prisoner in his

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