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.

hear something?" she asks, her

laugh a little and gesture for

***Natalia***

darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

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

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

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

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

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

on the tree on

rope bridge connects the two

the bridge, there is a

room there is what appears to be a small kitchenette equipped with a sink, a toaster oven, a mini fridge, and cabinets which

beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards

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

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

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

no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

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

left eye is completely swollen shut,

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

there is a pile of

must be Zane’s memories,

the door begin to jingle,

the locks are undone, the

kind eyes and warm smile resemble Zane’s whenever

must be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of

lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a small

quite handsome, his piercing blue eyes like the ocean,

rushes to the desk, pulling out a

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

looks down at little Zane

kid?" He asks, taking the card and

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

glad I

not a father

minute now," the woman laughs, Zane nodding in

sweetie, do you have a

and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no picture on

to the woman who reads

now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down and pulls Zane to

she sighs, trying very hard not to let her

is just...." she pauses,

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

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

the two

careful not to chew

explaining to him the many birds she saw on her run

open, a tall man

6ft 4, his bulging muscles and broad shoulders barely

scar just

combed back and his eyes are

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

due for a meeting in 15

son has a gift for you,"

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

made for him on his special

at his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his

keeps his

the eye when addressing me,

in the face, Zane falling over on the

her feet in an instant, screaming

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he

just showing you his

not look me in

looks another man in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane

one day lead this

his finger at Zane to come

will not leave behind a

once again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly

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

breathes heavily, swallowing back the sobs I

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

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

unkind to a man

blankly at

even know what to say to help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

was a prisoner in

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