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, her eyes opening and scanning the

and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

 I scan the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light

the light, singing

is that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the white

alone with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the

envelopes me, temporarily blinding

room is large and spacious with a high

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

connects the

there is a

is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

very few toys, only

my surprise, there are no windows in the room, an air vent the

appears to be bolted shut with a

child’s

This is a prison.

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

his left eye is completely swollen shut, dark bruises littering

crying, furiously wiping at his tears with his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is Zane" over

is a pile of sheets

must be Zane’s

the door begin to jingle, the little

the door swings

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

out of his chair to greet

arms, Zane

like

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

arm who is busy setting up the food on the

down at

me kid?" He asks, taking the

you’re not mean.I like

I don’t smell,"

I'm not a father

minute now," the woman

have a card for your

out another card, this one darker and

the 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

already a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not to

is just...." she pauses,

baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even

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

two

careful not

explaining to him the many birds she saw on

door suddenly bursts open, a tall man storming

stands at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles

is a scar

and his eyes are almost black

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

due for a meeting in 15

a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at Zane who is trembling in his

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

you made for him on

but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding

towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds out the

addressing me, boy," the man spits, Zane remaining frozen in

man then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling

is on her feet in an

she snarls, shoving

was just showing

me in the eye!" Sebastian

man in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

argues, helping Zane to

that will one day lead

his finger at Zane to come

not leave behind a weak

holds his head high, his freshly split

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

swallowing back the sobs I

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

pitch black with my heart shattering to

painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by someone

I open my eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor,

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

a prisoner in his own

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