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 eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light appears in the

woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

is that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking

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

me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the tree on the

rope bridge connects the

bridge, there is a large

there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped

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

a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small

in the room, an air vent

room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains

is no child’s

This is a prison.

desk, hunching over several sheets of

that his left eye

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

pile of

Zane’s memories, I

door begin to jingle, the little boy

after several of the locks are undone, the door swings open,

warm smile resemble Zane’s

watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to

her arms, Zane resting his

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

rushes to the desk, pulling out a small

who is busy setting up the food

looks down at little Zane and

taking the card and reading the words out

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

I

not a father

minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

you have

but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

woman

cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane

already a very good boy, my love," she

pauses,

much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even

our lunch, okay?"

the two of them

as he eats, careful not

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

bursts open, a tall man

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

is a scar just

dark hair is combed back and his eyes are

to explain why you called me in here, Ellie?" he snaps at the

a

gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

what you made for him on his

his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card

keeps his head down, his

in the eye when addressing me,

his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground

on her feet in an

you animal!" she snarls, shoving him though

just showing you his

not look me in the eye!" Sebastian

another man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

that will one day

curling his finger

not leave behind a weak Alpha to take my

straightens himself out as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card

with all of his might so as not to enrage his father

back the sobs I know

his shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

the words, then he doesn’t

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

to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone who should have

find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his

even know what to say to help comfort him,

a prisoner

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