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,

little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in

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

from?" I wonder, looking around

decide to follow

light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back and

with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

structures stand on opposite sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide wrapping around the

bridge connects the two

is a large bed with forest

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

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

very few toys, only a small

in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing

make out a bathroom near the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of

no child’s

This is a prison.

sheets of paper.He can’t

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

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

a pile of

be Zane’s memories, I

jingle, the little boy stiffening up in

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

resemble

climbs out of his chair to

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

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit

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

who is busy setting up the

at little Zane and

kid?" He asks, taking the card and reading the words out

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

glad I don’t smell," he

I'm not a father

wife is due any minute now," the

you have

out another card, this one

it to the woman

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

she sighs, trying very hard

just...." she pauses, searching

way." see in

you and I have our lunch, okay?"

two of them enjoying their meal

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she

open, a tall man storming

at about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely contained

is a scar just below his

hair is combed back and his

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

a meeting in

gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

made for him

mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding

his

addressing me, boy," the man spits, Zane

Zane in the face, Zane falling over on

in an instant, screaming at the

snarls, shoving him

showing you his

look me in the eye!"

real man looks another man in the eye when he’s

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to his

one day lead

roars, curling his finger at Zane

will not leave behind a

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

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

heavily, swallowing back the sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve

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

I have been unkind to a man who

eyes, I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face devoid of all

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

was a prisoner in

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