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

gesture for her to

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

my thoughts, I decide to

me, temporarily blinding me

large and spacious with a high

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

connects

the bridge, there is a large bed with

is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven,

wall and hundreds of

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

an air vent the only means of

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

child’s room,

This is a prison.

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

come closer to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on a sheet of

pile

Zane’s

door begin to jingle, the

are undone, the door swings open, a

resemble Zane’s

out of his chair to

Zane resting his head

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

desk, pulling out a small card with a

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

man looks down at little

the

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

I’m glad I don’t smell," he

I'm not a

now," the woman

have a card for

slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker

woman who

her voice cracking a little as she reads before she

love," she sighs,

pauses, searching for

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that

and I have our lunch, okay?"

two of them enjoying their meal

he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

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

door suddenly bursts open, a

bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

scar just below his

back and

explain why you called me in here, Ellie?" he

for a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

for him

but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding

keeps his head

look me in the eye when addressing me, boy," the

then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane

is on her feet in

she snarls, shoving him though

showing you his

me in the

real man looks another man in the eye when he’s talking to

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to

one day lead this pack,

his finger at

a weak

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he

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

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I

faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t deserve

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

been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

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

a prisoner

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