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.

she asks, her

gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the

the light, singing

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

decide to follow the voice towards the light,

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

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left

rope bridge connects

bridge, there is a large

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

wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

child’s room, there are very few

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

room, which appears to be bolted shut with a

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5

horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the entirety

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

a pile of sheets repeating the same

Zane’s memories,

jingle,

the door

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he

out of his chair to greet

she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting

piercing blue eyes like the

to the desk, pulling out a

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

down at little Zane

the card

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

glad I don’t smell,"

I'm not a father

wife is due any minute now,"

have a

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

to the woman who reads it out

she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads

good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not to let her tears

she pauses, searching for the right

his own way." see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe her

and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile, little Zane nodding

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

very quiet as he eats, careful not

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

suddenly bursts open, a tall

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

a scar just below his

hair is combed back and

called me in here, Ellie?"

due for a

son has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

you made for him on his special

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out

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

me in the eye when addressing me, boy," the man spits,

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

is on her feet in an instant, screaming at

she snarls, shoving

was just showing

me in

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

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

will one day lead this

roars, curling his finger at

a weak Alpha to

as he once again approaches his father.He holds his head high,

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

sobs I

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

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

is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling

staring blankly at the

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

prisoner in

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