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, her eyes opening

and gesture for her

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a

woman echoes from the light,

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

I decide to follow the voice towards the light,

temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the

bridge connects

there is a large bed

of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink,

left wall and hundreds

very few toys, only a small stuffed gray

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

out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad

no child’s room,

This is a prison.

over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6

to my horror, find that his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises

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

there is a pile

Zane’s memories, I

on the door begin to jingle,

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

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet

she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small cart with

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like

desk, pulling out a small

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

down at little Zane

the card and reading the

you’re not mean.I like

I’m glad I don’t smell,"

not a

minute now,"

have

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

woman who reads

Day, Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking

very good boy, my love," she sighs,

she pauses, searching for the right

very much.Just in his own way." see

okay?" she forces a smile, little

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

quiet as he eats, careful not

him the many birds she saw on

bursts open, a

muscles and broad shoulders

a scar

is combed back and

to explain why you called me in here, Ellie?"

a

has a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him

you made for him on

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

keeps his head down,

me, boy," the man spits,

the face, Zane

on her feet in an instant, screaming

shoving him though he does

was just showing you his

me in the

in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to his

will one

his finger at Zane to

a weak

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

with all of his might so as not

the sobs I

swelling with pride

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

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

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

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the

say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

was a prisoner in his own

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