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 scanning the surrounding

laugh a little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a

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

looking around the

alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the

it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

connects

bridge, there is a

a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I

chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

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

no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh

to be bolted shut with

child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises

sleeve as he scribbles

is a pile of sheets repeating the same

be Zane’s

to jingle,

of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

resemble

as Zane climbs out

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

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

desk, pulling out a small card

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

down at little

asks, taking the card and reading

very nice and you’re not

I’m glad I don’t smell," he

I'm not a

now," the

have a card

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

to the woman who reads it out

promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down

very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard

just...." she pauses, searching for the

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

our lunch, okay?" she forces a

two

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

explaining to him the

door suddenly bursts open, a

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

a scar just

is combed back and his eyes are almost black

you called me in here,

for a meeting in

has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

made for him on his special

at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he

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

strikes Zane in the face, Zane

feet in an instant, screaming

shoving him

just showing

not look me in

in the eye when he’s

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to his

will one day

his finger at Zane

not leave behind a weak Alpha to take

again approaches his father.He holds his head high,

with all of his might so as not

sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

all alone in the pitch black

unkind to a

Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of

to help comfort him,

a prisoner in his own

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