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.

was that? Did you hear something?" she asks,

little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light,

looking around the emptiness

thoughts, I decide to follow the voice

abruptly as it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few

large and spacious with a high ceiling, the

tree-like structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the

bridge connects the two

a

kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and

left wall

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

air vent the

the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with

child’s room,

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or

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

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

there is a pile of sheets repeating the same

must be Zane’s memories,

jingle,

the door swings open,

eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet the

as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on

blue eyes like the ocean, and

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

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

down at

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

nice and you’re not mean.I like

I don’t smell,"

I'm not a

wife is due any minute now," the

do you have a card for your

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this

the woman who reads it out

now," she says, her voice cracking a little as

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

pauses,

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

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

the two of them enjoying their

is very quiet as he eats, careful not to

explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run earlier

suddenly bursts open, a

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained within his dark

scar just

and his eyes are almost

explain why you called me in here, Ellie?" he

due for a meeting

has a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

for him on his special

looks at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat

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

when addressing me,

strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over

feet in an instant,

shoving

just showing you

did not look me

real man looks another man in the eye when

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to his

one

finger

leave behind a weak

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

little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so as not

heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he

my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the card with mild

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

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

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

open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the

what to say to help comfort him, my mind still

prisoner in

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