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.

something?" she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

for her to close

***Natalia***

eyelids when suddenly a little white

the light, singing a

from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but

my thoughts, I decide to follow the

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

a high ceiling,

a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a

rope bridge connects

a large bed with forest covers

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

two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of

few toys, only a

in the room, an air

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

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He

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

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

a pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s memories, I

locks on the door begin to jingle, the

locks are undone, the door swings open, a

resemble Zane’s whenever he

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

my beautiful boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting

eyes like the ocean, and he

out of his mother's arms and rushes to the desk, pulling out a small

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

looks down at little Zane

asks, taking the card and reading the

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

glad I

I'm not a father

minute now," the

sweetie, do you have a card for your

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

woman

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

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

just...." she pauses,

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way."

lunch, okay?" she forces a smile, little Zane

two of them enjoying their

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

the many birds she saw on her

open, a tall

muscles and

a scar just

and his eyes

explain why you called me in here,

due for a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

what about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

for him on

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

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds

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

in the face, Zane falling over on the ground

in

shoving him though he does

showing

not look me in the

man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane

that will one day lead

his finger at

behind a weak Alpha to take my

approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as he holds the card out to the tall

remains strong, holding them back with all of

back the sobs I

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

then he doesn’t deserve to call me

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

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

Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face

to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all the information

prisoner

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