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.

you hear something?" she asks, her

and gesture for her

***Natalia***

my eyelids when suddenly a little white light appears in the black abyss

a woman echoes from the light,

I wonder, looking around the emptiness but only seeing the

to follow the voice towards the light, approaching it

temporarily blinding me for a few moments before

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

sides of the room, a treehouse sitting on the tree

connects

the bridge, there is a large bed

a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven,

the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

very few toys,

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

which appears to be bolted shut with a myriad of

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than

to him and to my horror, find that his left eye is

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the

must be Zane’s memories, I

to jingle, the little boy stiffening up

the door swings open, a beautiful woman walking

resemble Zane’s whenever he looks at

note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to

giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the

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

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

at little

taking the card and

you’re not mean.I like

glad I don’t smell," he

not a father

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

sweetie, do you have a card

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another

to the woman who reads

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

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

she pauses, searching for the

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

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

dismisses Wyatt, the two of them

he eats, careful

the talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw on

open, a tall man storming

about 6ft 4, his bulging muscles and

is a scar

dark hair is combed back and his eyes

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

a meeting in 15

a gift

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

you made for him

his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card

keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as

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

then raises his arm and strikes Zane in the

is on her feet in an instant, screaming at the

animal!" she snarls, shoving

was just showing you his

me in the eye!" Sebastian

real man looks another man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane

that will one

his finger at Zane

leave behind a weak Alpha to

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 his might so as

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I know he wants

legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at his sheer strength and courage at the

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

he doesn’t deserve

all alone in the pitch

the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has

find Zane staring blankly at the

say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from

a prisoner in his

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