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.

that? Did you hear something?" she asks, her eyes opening and scanning the

little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

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

from the light,

wonder, looking around the emptiness but only

thoughts, I decide to follow the voice towards

blinding

a high ceiling, the decor mimicking

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

connects the two

is a large bed with forest covers and

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

wall and hundreds of books and index cards stored on countless

to be a child’s room, there are very few toys, only a

are no windows in the room, an air vent the only means of fresh air, providing ventilation

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

is no child’s room, I

This is a prison.

hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t

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

scribbles "My name is Zane" over and over again on a sheet of

him, there is a pile of sheets repeating

Zane’s

begin to jingle, the

of the locks are undone, the

warm smile resemble

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

lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on

his piercing blue eyes like the ocean, and he

pulling out a small card with a

man’s arm who is busy

down at little Zane and

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

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

glad I don’t smell,"

I'm not a father

now," the

do you have a card for

smile falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker and with no

woman who

she says, her voice cracking a little as she reads before she kneels

already a very good boy, my love," she sighs, trying very hard

she pauses,

much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that even she

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

woman dismisses Wyatt, the two of

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly

woman does most of the talking, explaining to him the

bursts open, a tall man

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

is a scar just

is combed back and his eyes

called me in here,

a meeting in

son has a gift for you," she replies

She’s his mother?I wonder.

turns to look at Zane

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by

made for him on his special

his mother, climbing

man towers over Zane, glaring at him with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand shaking violently as he holds

the eye when addressing me, boy,"

and strikes Zane in the face, Zane falling over

is on her feet in an instant,

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

showing you

not look me

in the eye when he’s talking

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane to

boy that will one day

finger at Zane to come

a weak

high, his freshly split lip quivering slightly as

remains strong, holding them back with

back the sobs I know he

his shaking legs and tear-stained cheeks, Zane faces his father, my heart swelling with pride at

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

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

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

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

blankly at the floor, his face devoid

to say to help comfort him,

was a prisoner

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