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

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

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

voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of

is that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

with my thoughts, I decide to

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for

a high ceiling, the decor mimicking a

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

connects

a large bed with forest covers and

small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored

appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed

the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation

to be bolted shut with a myriad

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

little boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He

left eye is completely swollen shut,

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

pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s memories,

begin to jingle,

undone, the

resemble

must be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the woman with a

her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small card

is busy setting

man looks down at little Zane and

kid?" He asks, taking the card and reading the words out

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

I

not a

now," the woman laughs,

you have a card for

anyway and fishes out another card, this one

the woman who reads it out

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

my love," she sighs, trying very hard not to let

pauses, searching for the

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

okay?"

two of

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

the many birds she

bursts open, a tall man

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

scar just

combed back and his eyes are almost black with

called me in

due for a meeting in

a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

Daddy what you made for him on his special

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

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

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

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

in

she snarls, shoving him though he does not

just showing you his

did not look me in the eye!"

man looks another man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to

that will one day

curling his finger at Zane to come

leave behind a weak Alpha to

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

back with all of his

back the sobs

cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he can’t say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call me father," Sebastian

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

painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved

find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face

him, my

was a prisoner

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