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.

something?" she asks, her eyes

laugh a little and gesture for her to

***Natalia***

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

voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a

looking around

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

it surfaced, the white light envelopes me, temporarily blinding me for a few moments before settling back

room is large and spacious with a

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

bridge connects

a large

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

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

few toys, only a small stuffed

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

the entrance of the room, which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of locks and chains dangling

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

the desk, hunching over several sheets

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

he scribbles "My name is

pile of sheets repeating the

Zane’s

jingle, the little

the locks are undone, the door swings open, a

and warm smile resemble Zane’s

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

Zane resting his

handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but not

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

very timidly pokes the man’s arm who is busy setting

man looks down at

the card and reading the

Wyatt.You smell very nice and you’re not mean.I like you." he says, his

I don’t

not a

wife is due any minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

you have a

nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no

it to the woman who reads it

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

boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard not to let her

is just...." she pauses,

you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even she doesn’t believe her

okay?" she forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two of them enjoying their

eats, careful not to chew loudly or

him the many birds she saw on her run earlier that

open,

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

scar just below

back and his

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

a meeting in

a gift for

She’s his mother?I wonder.

look at

"Go on, Zane,"

him by

made for him on

not disobey his mother, climbing

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

me in the eye when addressing me, boy," the

strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over on the ground with

on her feet in an

she snarls, shoving him

showing you his

did not look me in the

in the eye when he’s

"He’s just a boy!"

helping Zane to

will one day

curling his finger at Zane to come

leave behind a

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

but little Zane remains strong, holding them back with all of his might so

sobs I know he wants

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

abyss, leaving me all alone in the pitch black with my heart

the realization that I have 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 floor, his face devoid of

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

was a prisoner in

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