The Silent Alpha

 ***Zane*** 

"Why did you hide your stutter from me?" She asks, her hand reaching out to touch my cheek.

I flinch away, my entire world collapsing in on me.

Quick! Play dead, Grayson snickers, his stupid comment making me even more nervous.

Unable to face my mate, I turn around on my side to hide my shame from her, pulling the covers over my head.

For a long time, the only sound I hear is the pounding of my heart against my ears, drumming louder with every passing second.

"Zane?" Talia whispers, tentatively placing her hand on the covers.

"Zane, please look at me.You don’t have to hide from me."

The fear gripping my heart, however, makes it hard for me to face her.I know better than to speak.

My father spent years reminding me just how worthless my words were and he trained me to be quiet to avoid embarrassing him.

I know all too well that the second she hears my voice, she’ll laugh, or worse...she’ll hate me like my father.You're being irrational, Grayson mutters.

If she really hated you, why on earth would she still be here with you? The Queen gave her a chance to leave and yet she chose to stay here with us! She asked us to protect her and her pup.

Our pup! She kissed us here alone with us! Does that sound like someone who hates you for your flaws? Do her actions remotely resemble Father's? Each individual word he says makes sense, but I cannot understand their meaning together.

How could anyone love me the way lam? My own father could not even stomach the sight of me.

Gamma Wyatt never mistreated me, but he went along with my father’s idea to pass me off as Agne’s son and pretended I did not exist.

He turned a blind eye to the torture and abuse I faced in the Hive.

Agnes cannot hear me so she cannot grow impatient with me when [ have to repeat myself over and over again.

My mother was a kind woman, but I knew all too well that I was a burden to her and that I ruined a lot for her.

She and my father would have had a better marriage had I not stood in the way with my ineptitude.

I was only a month old the day my brother, Jonathan, died but there is no doubt in my mind that she wished my brother had lived instead of me.

He would have been a better son and my father would have been proud to name him as the next heir of Scarlett Haven.

Kota is the only person who does not seem to notice my imperfection, but he is only a child and he does not understand that the man he wants to call Dad cannot even say his name without getting stuck.

One day, he will grow up and find it embarrassing for me to speak around him and his friends.

will even pretend to not

anyone will ever accept me as anyone or cause trouble if I stand back and never say a word.I

the

Bullshit! Grayson snarls.

know it! Our mate is giving us an opportunity to show her who we are, he

mate did to

a little faith in our mate and give her a chance.She deserves it.She deserves someone

you have a little faith in Moon Goddess for once? Grayson sighs in

and I, for one,

but...But nothing!

boy who used to stand in front of the mirror reciting poetry

have a mate who holds your hand when she’s scared

have a pup who wants you

have a mother who has watched over you for the last twenty

to be a better version of yourself...and you have me, your

every kiss, every hug, and every ounce of her around and watching everyone else find their

my mate.I want to lead a pack like Moon Goddess intended, and most of all,

finish processing Grayson’s argument, Talia pulls back the covers and rests her head on my shoulder, her body pressing up against

trying to understand you," she whispers, her breath ticking the back

or upset with you for keeping your voice to yourself, but I need to know the truth about you.I need to

world disappears as I

Her mate...

her fingers around my bicep and gives

anymore," she murmurs, her fingers moving

imperfections...all of your pain and worries.You are wrong to assume everyone else is perfect but you.I have

my head and look at her.What could

look so surprised,"she chuckles softly to herself before

hate a lot of things about

either side of her head.I lay between her legs, her knees propped up at my sides and an amused look on

whispers, her lips almost grazing

don’t think I hate

in her eyes as

I’m strong?" She

"Well I’m not."

spring to her eyes but she refuses to let them fall, batting her eyes to make them all go away before she

She hides...just like me.

heart

burns in my cheeks as she leans forward, her lips pressing up against mine in a

rushes through my body but I

look flickers in her eyes as I push myself

I push her legs closed and spin her around so that her back is pressed