The Silent Alpha

Chapter 9: Mate: Part 1 

***Natalia*** 

My world is falling apart...

Everything t have built over the last four years is falling apart.

"Mate..." he mouths, his lips curving into a surprised smile.

"No,"

I whimper, backing away slowly as my heart pounds in my chest.

"Not again..." I try to run but my legs refuse to move, Zane’s eyes holding me hostage against the table as he walks towards me.

He raises his hand and I flinch as he gently strokes my cheek, his thumb wiping the tears I didn’t know had fallen.

The sparks...Were they always this strong? I wonder as my body shivers beneath his fingertips.

His smile widens as I lean into his hand and close my eyes to enjoy the tingling of his touch.

Jack...

Christian Hart...

Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, reject you, Natalia Vasquez as my mate and Luna...

The memory of Jack and Christian's rejection and the pain they had caused me replays in my mind and I jerk away from Zane's hand, afraid to be hurt again.

His eyes fill with bewilderment and sadness as I push him aside and get to my feet, eager to get as far away as possible from him.

My eyes fill with tears as I attempt to storm away "Let go of me, asshole!"

I snarl, yanking at my arm as he just stares at me in shock, his mouth hanging open but no words escaping his luscious lips.

"I said let go!" I snap, giving one last hard yank.

Zane finally let’s go but I collide into the table, spilling the glasses and their contents all over my clothes.

His cheeks flush in embarrassment, butterflies fluttering in my belly at the adorable frantic panic on his face.

Snap out of it, I scold myself, wiping down my wet clothes with my hands.

Before I know it, a pair of strong, muscular arms lift me off my feet and I yelp in surprise when I realize Zane is carrying me bridal style to the employee only area.

"Put me down!" I shriek as we make it to the backrooms, thrashing my body about viciously.

He obliges, setting me down gently on a chair.His body shaking slightly, he takes his right fist and moves it in a clockwise motion over his chest.

"Sorry." I know very little sign language but I understand his apology and scowl at him.

"Apology not accepted, jerk,"

I huff, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him to one of the changing rooms.

Ensuring it’s completely empty, I turn to Zane and narrow my reasons that infuriate me, I feel the strange urge to comfort him.

"I know what you are," I say through gritted teeth, my fists clenching at my sides at the thought of going through this again.

"I know you’re a wolf...and I don’t want any part of it."

Angry tears spill onto my cheeks but I wipe them away before I proceed.

"I, Talia Ramos, reject you..." I stop mid rejection when I realize I don’t know his full name.

"What is your name?" I ask meekly, his eyes filling with relief.

He clamps his mouth shut and shakes his head once more, inching slowly towards the door.

"What is your name?" I huff, stomping my foot angrily.

"What is your rank?"

His face grows cold as he pinches his index and middle fingers against his thumb.

"No."

"No?"

I scoff.

"What do you mean no? I don't want a mate!"

He shrugs, pinching his fingers together again and turning the knob on the door with his other hand.

Fearing he might escape before I can complete the rejection, I lunge at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and slamming my body against his to block the door.His arms go instinctively to my waist and I begin to thrash my arms at him.

"What is your name?" I shriek, pounding my closed fists against his chest.

"Tell me!"

around my ankle and flips me around so that

incredible sparks tingle down my arms as he holds me in place and I force myself to focus on my heavy breathing to keep

say a word, just stares

when he first looked at me, are now stone cold and almost lifeless.I know I must be hurting him, but I simply could not accept

been my

promised to love

And he didn't.

he tell me too? Zane clenches his jaw and swallows hard before suddenly releasing me and gently pushing me aside to

on last time to say no and storms out

sorry," I whisper to myself as I

I will know your name… and I

mate as I storm down the hall, but Grayson's voice

Talia Ramos, reject

have endured abuse and torture for years but nothing could prepare me for the pain I felt in my chest when she uttered those

her presence as I signed my paperwork,

flooding my head, drumming against

made the voices go

over the club, drawing me to it like a beacon.I searched for the scent

most beautiful girl my eyes had ever

I felt the urge to rip

happiness overcame me

was human but I did not care.She was perfect

since I was kid, I heard his deep voice whisper

have it,

glared at me whenever I was near him.I wanted to comfort her but

not want

wants us!

she's just afraid...

up!? I can’t think! I mutter back as I open the back door to the main venues, a blast of

don't know what to

stage where three topless strippers dance around the poles while

Micah at the bar, hoping he might have advice for me and I

help," I write, moving a chair and taking

a little busy," he replies with a

on the verge of a full blown

my mate," I write

"It’s Talia."

in his face and his eyes

"No f*****g way!"

scanning the area

knows what lam," I scribble

reject me.Please help me.She doesn’t know my name."voice, leaning

and

a whiskey and

the house dude.But I need

"Spill what?"

as she rests her hand on

them in my pocket to

way," she grins, twirling a strand of

you must

my drink in one gulp and attempting to shrug her hand

however and

bursts into laughter

are you boys talking

around my neck.I shift uneasily in my seat, looking around to see if

off you w**"e," Micah

the boy

and leans in close to my face, her breath brushing

nervous, do

Talia sees this? around so

her tray and storming

mind Jade,"

grab my pen and

thinks it over as he pours out several drinks for some clients

sighs as he finishes

that I've known Talia, I've never seen her date ANYONE EVER.She'll have a fling here or there but never

curl up in an involuntary snarl, Grayson demanding to know who this

picks up on

bud.Dakota is her three year old son.He's her world.She lives for that little boy," he chuckles as he hands me another

"He's your only competition."

into my mind, but

I ask, knowing

anything, Talia's scent fills my nostrils and once again stuff

my seat and make a bee line for the dancefloor, hoping to lose her in the crowd of

throw her off

horror, she's close behind

the dancefloor however, a group of girls at a table call her over, demanding

at me as she jots down the order and I take advantage to make my great escape to the upper lever where I was supposed to keep

of the night, keeping myself busy by answering any disturbance calls from my

closing call, I stay with the other guards and help move around chairs

waitresses are the first to leave, but I stay back with Micah to

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