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 eyes opening and scanning the surrounding

little and gesture for her

***Natalia***

a little white light appears

voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts, and

looking around

my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the light, approaching

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few

room is large and spacious with a high ceiling,

treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

connects the

there is a large bed with forest

is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which I assume contain

beside the the left wall and hundreds of books

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

the room, an air vent the only means of fresh

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

child’s

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

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

furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My

pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s memories, I

to jingle,

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

smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

\take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to

my beautiful boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

like the ocean,

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

pokes the man’s arm who is

at little Zane and

kid?" He asks, taking the card and reading

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

I

not

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

have a card for your

but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no

to the woman who reads it

she says, her voice cracking a little as she

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

just...." she pauses, searching

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

our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile, little Zane nodding his

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying

quiet as he eats, careful not to

of the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw

bursts open,

4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his

a scar just

back and his eyes are almost

me in here, Ellie?" he snaps at the

for a meeting

has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

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

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

made for him

disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding

nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out

eye when addressing me, boy," the man spits,

arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

in an instant,

you animal!" she snarls, shoving him though

just showing you his

me in the

another man in the eye when he’s talking to

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane

boy that will one

curling his finger at Zane

a weak

little 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 the card

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

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants to let

heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to call

pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces

realization that I have been unkind to

Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face

to say to help comfort him, my mind

a prisoner

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