The Silent Alpha

*** Zane*** 

After dinner, Talia shows me around the kitchen to help me familiarize myself with the chores she expects me to complete while she's at work.

"Plates and cups are up here," she instructs, pointing to the top cabinet.

"Kota has his plate and cups down here.Always use his plates and cups to feed him.He will break the glass ones and hurt himself.Also, he will try to help you with the dishes.It's just an excuse to play with the water.You can let him wash his own dishes but give them a good rinse yourself when he's not looking," she chuckles softly, my heart fluttering at the gentle sound.

I wish she would laugh more...I wish I could make her laugh...

"You can find all the cleaning supplies under the sink here to clean the kitchen.There's also a supply closet in the hall with other things like bleach and floor cleaner.The closet is locked so Kota can't get into it.Keep it locked at all times," says, opening a small kitchen drawer to reveal the key to the closet.

She thinks for a moment, trying to figure out what other information I need.

"Oh, here's a list of contacts!" she exclaims, rushing to the for Kota, which reminds me, “I will need to clear you to pick him up tomorrow."

She writes a note to herself on the sheet.

"This is the extension to the clinic where I work so you can reach me, this is my phone number, and this," she points to the last number hesitantly, as if struggling to decide if she could tell who that phone number belonged to.

"Look, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone what I am about to tell you." I raise an eyebrow at her and she laughs at herself.

"Oh right.You don't talk," she mumbles sheepishly.

"You get what I mean though so promise," she demands.

Unable to actually give her my word that I would never tell a soul her secret, I cross my heart and she nods in approval.

"This is the number to the bookshop Gwen works at.She's a witch," she whispers.

"If Kota is ever hurt, you take him to her.Forget the hospital.They won't know what to do with him.He's not human." The blood drains from my face.

Talia is in alliance with a witch, the mortal enemies of half werewolves? I turn to the little boy watching playing with his wolf.He's not human? 

"He's a wolf,"Talia mutters in distaste.

"But he won't ever become one of you.I’ll make sure of that."

Her words sting but I ignore her comment as Grayson's voice fills my head.So she's had a mate before...

Grayson whispers, remembering must have not ended well for her to hate mates so much.

The thought of her being hurt by another wolf angers me.

Who could be so stupid to have given up a life time with her and Kota?

she should return

is family.You will treat her with utmost respect.Am I clear?" I don’t like the idea of a witch being near her but

the tour of the

and I hop in the shower to get

to have a little moment to myself

but she could at least try not to give me a murderous

me as I step out of the shower and

the drawers and pull out a black

faint scent of lilac and rain fills my nostrils and I hear a gasp from behind me.I turn immediately to find

scramble to cover my manhood, tripping over the

the sheer embarrassment that courses around my thighs, my

door, muttering an apology as she scrambles out of

at my display of idiocy, unable to

such a dork,

any strength to move, every muscle

d**k, she had likely seen the scars on my

be disgusted by them? Grayson stops his laughter and

I don’t know.

responsibility to Agnes and now to Talia.I could not skip out on work even if I felt like fainting.I finish dressing and after a useless pep talk from Grayson, I

Talia asks, her voice soft as a

that she doesn't bring up my scars and nod, looking away in my

on the door, ready to take me to work, Talia does not

for you to say,"

murder

her temple and running out of the house to

Masque is uneventful, only a handful of drunk clients attempting to bother the waitresses and

thanks for my service but I refuse.I had Talia to think

to other women and I would not disrespect her wishes, no matter how challenging

muscles when the clock strikes four am and I hurriedly clock out, Micah, Niki and I groaning with

house and I

in the past 36 hours, every muscle in my body

way she'll let me share the bed with her, I sigh.Are you an

blood, I remind him, recalling all the names my father spewed

seriously if you let her walk all over you

you suggest, mutt?

my power to please

agreed to share with YOU, he

too.I still don't understand

plan.With the note in my shaking hands, I quietly sneak into the bedroom, finding

chance,

deserve a warm