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.

asks, her eyes opening

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her

***Natalia***

the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a

light, singing a sweet lullaby of sorts,

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

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

the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments

is large and spacious with a high ceiling, the decor

a treehouse sitting on the

bridge connects the two

a large bed

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

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

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

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

near the entrance of the room, which appears to

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

eye is completely swollen shut,

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

is a pile of sheets

must be Zane’s memories,

begin to jingle, the little

locks are undone, the door swings

eyes and warm smile resemble

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

Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing

blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

and rushes to the desk, pulling

who is busy setting up the food

at

the card and reading the words out

not mean.I like you." he

I don’t

not a

is due any minute now,"

you have a card

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

woman who reads it out

to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she

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

pauses,

in his own way." see in her eyes that even she

our lunch, okay?" she forces a

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

he eats, careful not to

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

bursts open, a tall man storming

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad

a scar

and his eyes are almost black with

me in here, Ellie?" he snaps at the

a

a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

for him on his

does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and

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

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

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

on her feet in

animal!" she snarls, shoving

just showing you

look me in the eye!"

another man in the eye when he’s

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane

boy that will one day lead

his finger at Zane to

will not leave behind a

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 out to

eyes but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of

back the sobs I know he wants

swelling with pride at his

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

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

the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man

Zane staring blankly at

to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling

was a prisoner in his own

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