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

laugh a little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

when suddenly a little white light appears in the

echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby

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

am alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow

surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for

with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the

connects

bridge, there is a large

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

the the left wall and hundreds of books and index

appearing to be a child’s room, there are very few

in the room, an air vent the only

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

is no child’s

This is a prison.

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

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

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

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s memories, I

door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

locks are undone, the door swings open,

resemble

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his

arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small

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

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

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

man looks down at

kid?" He asks, taking the card and

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

I’m glad I don’t

not a

any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane

sweetie, do you have a card

fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture

the woman who reads

says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down

love," she sighs, trying very hard not

pauses, searching

loves you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even she doesn’t

and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile, little Zane

two of them enjoying

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to chew

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on

door suddenly bursts open,

muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

scar just below

is combed back and

called me in here, Ellie?"

a meeting in

a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

for him on his

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

Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his

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

Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

in an instant, screaming

she snarls, shoving him though he does not

just showing

not look me in the

real man looks another man in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to his

boy that will one day lead this

curling his finger at Zane to

not leave behind a weak

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

to his eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know

faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

can’t say the words, then he

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

the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

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

a prisoner in

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