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

laugh a little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears

light, singing a

I wonder, looking around

I decide to follow the

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

a high

the tree

connects

a large

small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I

beside the the left wall and hundreds

room, there are very few toys, only a small stuffed

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

room, which appears to be bolted shut with

child’s room,

This is a prison.

at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be

his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering the

sleeve as he scribbles "My name is

is a pile of sheets

be Zane’s

to jingle, the little

after several of the locks are undone, the

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

her arms, Zane resting his head

is quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

the desk, pulling out

arm who is busy setting up the food on

down at

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

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you." he says, his

glad I don’t smell," he

not a

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

do you have a card for

and fishes out another card, this one

woman who reads it

her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels

she sighs, trying very

pauses, searching

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

have our lunch, okay?" she

Wyatt, the two of them

eats, careful not to chew loudly

him the many birds

suddenly bursts open, a tall man

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders

scar just below

hair is combed back and his eyes

me in here, Ellie?" he snaps at

due for a

has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

made for him on his special

climbing out of his seat and

flared nostrils keeps his

in the eye when addressing me, boy,"

his arm and strikes Zane in the face,

is on her feet in an instant,

snarls, shoving him

was just showing you

not look me in the eye!"

another man in the eye when he’s talking to

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to

will one

his finger at

a weak

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

holding them back with all of his

the sobs I know he

shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

alone in the pitch black

than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of all

comfort him, my

a prisoner in his

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