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

little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

looking around the emptiness but only seeing

my thoughts, I decide to follow

temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and revealing a

with a high ceiling, the

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

rope bridge connects the

the bridge, there is a

room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with

sits beside the the left wall and

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

there are no windows in the room, an air vent the only

appears to be bolted shut with a

is no child’s room,

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t

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

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

there is a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

the locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

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

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

blue eyes like

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

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

at

kid?" He asks, taking the card and

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I

I don’t smell," he

I'm not a

any minute now," the

sweetie, do you have a card for

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

woman who reads it

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

are already a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying

she pauses, searching

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

you and I have our lunch, okay?" she

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their meal

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

does most of the talking, explaining to him the many

open, a

his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within

is a scar

combed back and his eyes are almost

me in here, Ellie?" he snaps at

due for a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

to look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

for

not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card to his

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

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

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

in an

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does not

was just showing

look me in the eye!"

man looks another man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane

one day

finger at Zane to

behind a weak

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his

them back with all of his

back the sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

the pitch black with my heart shattering to pieces at what

that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone

open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the

help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

prisoner in his

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