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

little and gesture for her to close

***Natalia***

 I scan the darkness behind my eyelids when suddenly a little white

faint voice of a woman echoes from the light, singing a

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

with my thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards the

blinding me for a few

spacious with a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

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

bridge connects the

a

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

table with two chairs sits beside the the left wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

child’s room, there are very few

an air vent the only means of

appears to be bolted

no child’s room,

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, dark bruises littering the entirety of his

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

is a pile of sheets repeating the

be Zane’s memories,

locks on the door begin to jingle, the

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

eyes and warm smile resemble

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

boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting

piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he is fit but

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

the man’s arm who is busy

at little Zane and

the card and

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

glad I don’t

not a father

due any minute now," the woman

have a card for

smile falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card,

hands it to the woman who reads it

Dad.I promise to be good now," she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels down

love," she sighs, trying very

is just...." she pauses, searching for the

own way." see

have our lunch, okay?" she forces a smile,

Wyatt, the two of

as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or

of the talking, explaining to him the many

open, a

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

a scar just below his

and his eyes

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

due for a meeting

has a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

about Agnes? The man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

him by the

you made for him on his

his father in fear but does not disobey his mother, climbing out of his seat and timidly holding out the card

over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking

the eye when addressing me, boy,"

strikes Zane in the face,

her feet in

animal!" she snarls, shoving him though he does not

was just showing you

did not look me in the eye!" Sebastian

man looks another man in the

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to his

one

finger at Zane to

I will not leave behind a weak Alpha

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

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

swallowing back the sobs I

cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

say the words, then he doesn’t deserve to

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

than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown

find Zane staring blankly

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

prisoner in his

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