The Silent Alpha

***Grayson*** 

I have been pacing back and forth for the past hour, all of my instincts urging me to just take command and do as I please.

I don’t know where Zane gets his self control from but I am dying over here! There’s a s*x goddess lying beside us, completely naked with her n*****s staring right at me, daring me to lick them while my human is comatose with an erection.

This i***t has another thing coming if he expects me to just sit back and look! Pssst....Hey! Hiss loudly, hoping to wake Zane up.

He only mumbles incoherently and I hiss even louder.

HEEYYY! Still, Zane remains fast asleep, my patience reaching its limit.

WAKE THE f**k UP! I shout, Zane’s eyes bursting open in fright as he nearly falls off the bed.

Verysmooth, I mutter as he barely manages to grab onto the headboard in time, Talia stirring a little in her sleep at his sudden movement.

What the f**k, Gray? Zane snaps, now completely awake.

Pleased to have his full attention, I sit down on my hind legs, my tail wagging back and forth.

I’m Aorny, I reply.

Rolling his eyes at me, Zane curls back up on his side, but I am not about to pass up this opportunity.

Not after last night I take control of his body, Zane protesting almost immediately as I sit on my knees and tentatively cup one of Talia’s breasts.

What are you doing? Zane hisses nervously, shoving me back and taking control again.I want to taste her gumdrop buttons! I snap, fighting to take control.

Stop it, Zane argues when I gain semi-control of his hand and squeeze Talia’s breast.

You're going to wake her up! That's the point!I reply sarcastically.

A little moan escapes Talia’s lips, Zane groaning in horror but our c**k twitching at the sound.

"Mmmmm,."

Talia sighs, her eyes fluttering open and looking up at us.

Zane gulps nervously, unable to move his hand from her breast.

Talia lowers her gaze along his arm until she sees his hand still cupping her boob, her n*****s hardening while goosebumps rise across her skin.

A little smirk forms on her lips but she does not say a word, patiently waiting for Zane to make the next move.

Squeeze it.

Squeeze it.

Squeeze it! I chant, hoping Zane might actually grow some balls and take charge.

He remains frozen like a deer in headlights, however, his mind filling with useless thoughts of self-loathing.

As I’m about to give him the pep talk of the century, Talia places her hand over his Zane’s hand trembling slightly.

"You know..." Talia smiles up at us.

"You're allowed to take charge too.Sometimes it’s nice to feel wanted..."

I can tell Zane is blushing by the way his heart is racing and I sigh knowing last night was probably going to be the first and only time we would ever have s*x.

I just wanted a titty, I sigh, resigning myself to no s*x today.

"B-but,"

Zane stammers, slowly moving his hand up to her throat, his thumb grazing the place where we are supposed to mark her.

"H-how do I...H-ow do I-l know you w-want me-me wo"

I have to say I am impressed that he’s brought up the subject without me having to and that he’s not letting her get away before she can give us an answer.

My gaze falls upon the markless spot on her neck and I fight the urge to impose my will on her and mark her already.

"I do want you," she argues, wrapping her fingers around his wrist.

"I just don’t want to be marked.I don’t have to be marked for me to be yours.Humans don’t mark each other and it's fine-"

"B-but I am n-not a hu-human," he argues, Talia glaring up at him.

"But I am," she replies.

"And we don’t mark each other for love." prepare his argument.

Humans do mark each other for love.

They marry, they take each other’s names, they wear rings, they give each other jewelry, they get tattoos.

Hell, they even give each other hickies! Marks take many forms, ours just happens to bind our souls together, but everyone leaves a mark on the person they love, be it physical or emotional.

"Look, I know that the mark is part of your culture and I respect that," she insists.

"But why can’t we just...be together? Why can’t we just be happy to have found each other without you having to mark your territory?"

Because you are not territory I snap, unable to see how that was a hard concept to understand.

A mark is more than just a physical claim of each other.

It’s emotional...spiritual! 

a wo-wolf, Ta-Tal-ia," Zane

m-mark

mean to you?" Talia asks, her head shaking

breath and exhales slowly,

took it all back.He stripped me of my title and rejected me because I couldn’t give him what he wanted...Did you know it only takes three days for

by the elbows and wraps the sheets around her

in her voice

three days to break my soul so it could unbind itself from him....But it took me years to fit all the broken pieces back together again...only to realize some pieces are lost care about the meaning of your mark?" She asks quietly, forcing a cold smile

in the end you can just throw me away? I am a very disappointing mate and will inevitably

"I-I just w-want you!"

snaps, his voice ragged

"I-l just want y-you."

at him in shock, her mouth slightly agape as if he had just said

mind quickly becomes muddled with thoughts and

Deep breath, hooman.

or she will likely never back down, I explain to him, Zane’s thoughts only worsening for fear of

you tell her instead? Zane asks

with words.I'm not the one who brought it

speak up for yourself.I can’t be the

don’t- Look at her! Isnap, Zane gazing

being so patient with

she will listen to you and if

to, but don't pass up this opportunity to tell her how important she really is to us.Talia understands that he

his throat, his hands shaking from the build up of the pressure

"I-I...I."

"Breathe,"

inhaling slowly

let it out," she

a few times until Zane’s thoughts finally

very quickly knock some sense into him.She had s*x with a 26 year-old virgin who can’t even

way past embarrassment rightnow

she queefed

little stutter if we can handle a

talk doesn’t seem to help but he gathers his thoughts

for my fa-father, t-that my p-pa-pack will ne-never know who-who its true Alpha is-is, t-that I will ne-never spe-speak right.My en-en-entire exist-tence has been full of ‘n-nevers’...but I re-refuse to let you be an-an-another ne-ver in my li-fe.For as l-long as I can re-remember, I have been f-fo-forced to hide eve-ry p-part of who I am.My n-name, my ti-title, my w-wolf, my po-powers, my every-thing! But I wi-will not hide y-you only pa-part of m-me that I w-want to show the w-world.Mar-Marking you is n-not about own-owning you or us-using you until

takes a moment to catch his breath, Talia slowly absorbing this

doing great, I

Keep going...

mom are the only beau-beautiful things in my life.I am n-not asking to ma-mark you now.I am si-simply asking for a ch-chance, a small

looks at her sternly and repeats

am n-not

the side, avoiding his gaze to think over his words when a knock at the

"Good morning Mommy,"

the other

locked!" he gasps as he tries to

you still playing horsey? Can I

Horsey? I cackle.

last night? Cuz Talia immediately sits up, swinging her legs over on the side of the

us, tugging her

and

his shorts and t-shirt and begins to strip the bed, his cheeks flushing

I jeer, Zane telling

lets Kota in, picking him up and kissing

peers over her shoulder and

he asks as Zane puts on fresh sheets

"Oh, umm,"

for a moment before coming up with the dumbest excuse

a little accident

chuckles, Zane’s eyes widening

have to change the sheets." I beg your pardon? Igrowl, struggling to contain my petty

gasps, cupping

went pee pee

Alright, that’s it! Ihuff.

his mommy’s guts and she puked! I shout.Everywhere

on the

s-she le-left it all

"I did not!"

with indignation.I shove Zane aside and momentarily take

a loud farting noise in her face,

Kota giggles,

Daddy

play out like a movie in my head, each moment more beautiful than the last.I grow excited at the thought of

it all out for himself.I

I will be the one to help him plan out his first date with

be the first one at the hospital to greet his pup and it will be the most spoiled little bean in

in my head and now that I have, I will do everything in

father but Kota will have

"Kota," Talia sighs.

"He’s-"

"Mine,"

and I both say together, Zane

Kota’s hair and

seems at a loss for words as she watches Kota

that there's not a chance in hell that we will

of

his little face and brush his teeth by showing him how he does it, Kota mimicking his

as Kota attempts to comb his own hair like Zane, carefully