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 scanning the surrounding

and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

a little white light

woman echoes from the light, singing

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

my thoughts, I decide to follow the

surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding

with a

the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

connects the two

the bridge, there is a large

opposite side of the room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a

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

there are very few toys, only

my surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation and

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

is no child’s

This is a prison.

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

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

his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on

there is a pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s

door begin to jingle,

the door swings open, a

resemble Zane’s whenever he looks

out of his chair to greet the woman with

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

like the ocean, and

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

is busy setting up the food on the

down at little Zane

taking the

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not

I don’t smell,"

I'm not a father

any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

do you have a

nods anyway and fishes out

woman who

Father's Day, Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down

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

she pauses, searching for the

baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes

our lunch, okay?" she

the two of them enjoying their

as he eats, careful not

the talking, explaining to him the many

open, a tall man

4, his bulging muscles and

scar just below

hair is combed back and

you called me in here, Ellie?"

for a meeting

a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

Daddy what you made for

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

flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking

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

Zane in the face, Zane falling over

feet in an

snarls, shoving

just showing you his

me

man in the eye when he’s

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to his

that will one day lead

curling his finger at Zane to

behind a weak Alpha to take my

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

cling to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not to enrage his

swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to let

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve to call

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

have been unkind to a man

find Zane staring blankly at the

what to say to help comfort him, my mind

prisoner in his

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