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.

she asks, her

laugh a little and gesture for her to close her eyes

***Natalia***

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

the light, singing a sweet lullaby

is that voice coming from?" I wonder, looking around the

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

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

is large and spacious with a high

a treehouse sitting on the tree on the left and a slide

connects

the bridge, there is a large bed with forest

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

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

are very few toys, only a

windows in the room, an air vent

to be bolted shut with a

no child’s

This is a prison.

boy appears at the desk, hunching over several sheets of paper.He can’t be more than 5 or 6 years

eye

his sleeve as he scribbles "My name is

is a pile of sheets repeating the

must be Zane’s

on the door begin to jingle, the little boy stiffening

locks are undone, the door swings open, a beautiful

warm smile resemble Zane’s

must be related, \take note, watching as Zane climbs out of his chair to greet

boy," she giggles as she lifts him into her arms, Zane resting his head on her shoulder pushing in a

like the ocean, and he is fit

and rushes to the desk, pulling

the man’s arm who is busy setting up the food

looks down at little Zane and

He asks, taking the card

not mean.I like you."

I’m glad I don’t

I'm not a father

now," the woman laughs,

have a card for

falters slightly but he nods anyway and fishes out another card, this one darker

it to the woman who

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

she sighs, trying very hard not

she pauses,

loves you, baby.He loves you very much.Just in his own way." see in her eyes that

don’t you and I have our lunch, okay?" she forces

two of them enjoying

quiet as he eats, careful not to chew loudly or make a

talking, explaining to him the many birds she saw

bursts open,

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

is a scar

is combed back and his eyes are almost black

in here, Ellie?" he

for a meeting

a gift for you," she

She’s his mother?I wonder.

man turns to look at Zane who is trembling in

"Go on, Zane,"

nudges him by the

you made for

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

with flared nostrils keeps his head down, his hand

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

in the

on her feet in an

shoving him though he

was just showing you his

look me in

another man in the eye

"He’s just a boy!"

Zane

one day lead this

finger

behind a weak

again approaches his father.He holds his head high, his

with

swallowing back the sobs

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

"Read it."

"Sebastian-"

words, then he doesn’t deserve

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

painful than the memory, however, is the realization that I have been unkind to a man who has grown up feeling unloved by

I find Zane staring blankly at the floor, his face

help comfort him, my mind still reeling from all

was a prisoner in

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