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.

you hear something?" she asks,

for her to close her

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a

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

from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

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

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

with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the

bridge connects the

below the bridge, there is a large bed

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

left wall and hundreds

child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed gray wolf sitting

surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of

the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling on the

no child’s

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t

to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety of his face and

scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over

him, there is a pile

Zane’s memories,

on the door begin to jingle, the

several of the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with

as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is

rushes to the desk, pulling out

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

man looks down at little Zane

taking the card and reading

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

I’m glad I don’t smell,"

I'm not

any minute now," the

have

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

it to the woman who reads it

be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she

already a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying

she pauses, searching

way." see in her eyes that even

you and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces a

dismisses Wyatt, the two

careful not to chew loudly or make

him the many birds she saw

bursts open, a tall man storming

4, his bulging muscles and

a scar just

is combed back and his

explain why you called me in

a

son has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

for

father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

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

on her feet in an

she snarls, shoving him though he does not

just showing

look me in

looks another man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to his

will one

curling his finger at

a weak Alpha to

head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds

cling to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

fades into the abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with

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

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

don’t even know what to say to help comfort him,

a prisoner in his

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