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! 

am a wo-wolf,

h-human.M-my m-mark means

you?" Talia asks, her

deep breath and exhales slowly, gently

mate marked me...and when I disappointed him, he took it all back.He stripped me of my title and rejected me because I couldn’t give him what

the elbows and wraps

her voice as

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

does it make if you mark me when in the end you can just throw me away? I am

"I-I just w-want you!"

voice

"I-l just want y-you."

slightly agape as if he

becomes muddled with thoughts and I

Deep breath, hooman.

to tell her what a mark means to us or she will likely never back down, I explain to him, Zane’s thoughts only worsening for fear of messing

don’t you tell her instead? Zane asks

the one

learn to speak up for

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

so patient with

you and if you have to

up this opportunity to tell her how important she really is to us.Talia understands that he has more to say

his throat, his hands shaking from the

"I-I...I."

"Breathe,"

whispers, inhaling

it out,"

do this a few times until Zane’s thoughts finally slow down enough for him to

I very quickly knock some sense into him.She had s*x with a 26 year-old virgin who

way past embarrassment

she queefed last

stutter if we can handle a p**"*y

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

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 you are no l-longer useful to me.It-It’s about sh-showing the rest of the w-world that I ha-have someone to li-live for, someone to lo-love for the rest

moment to catch his breath, Talia slowly absorbing

great, I encourage

Keep going...

my 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 ray of ho-hope that some-day in the fu-future, you will b-bear my ma-mark.I-Ij-just want a ch-chance.J-just one to sh-show you

her sternly and

am

to the side, avoiding his gaze to think over his words

"Good morning Mommy,"

the other

gasps as he tries to turn the

you still playing horsey? Can I play

Horsey? I cackle.

immediately sits

talk about this later," she hisses at us, tugging her shirt

and change

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

telling

Kota in, picking him up and kissing him good

little boy peers over her shoulder and looks up at

doing, Zane?" he asks as Zane puts on

"Oh, umm,"

a moment before coming up with

Zane had a

eyes

I beg your pardon? Igrowl, struggling to

gasps,

pee

Alright, that’s it! Ihuff.

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

on the b-bed,"Zane blurts

le-left it all

"I did not!"

shove Zane aside

farting noise

Kota giggles,

and Daddy are

do not miss the title he has given me and, for a brief moment, I forget all about my annoying mate and her farting yttttg, Our entire lives together play out like a movie in my head, each moment more beautiful than the last.I grow excited at the thought of witnessing

Kota will not be alone to figure it all out for himself.I will be there with him to help him through

he meets his mate, I will be the one to help him plan out his

to greet his pup and it will be the most spoiled little bean in

so clearly in my head and now that I have, I

have a father but

"Kota," Talia sighs.

"He’s-"

"Mine,"

and I both say together, Zane regaining control

Kota’s hair and kissing

Kota cup his cheeks and

know now that there's not a chance in hell that we will ever walk away from him...or her for that

of space to think about what we said while she

brush his teeth by showing him how

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