The Silent Alpha

***Rionna*** 

"M-mom?" the man stammers, his face pale as he gawks at me.

I turn my head to see if there is anyone behind me but just find a closed door in my path.

Who is he calling Mom?I wonder.

Toran chuckles softly to himself and I frown at him for teasing me before turning back to the frightened man.

A single tear rolls down his cheek but he does not move any closer to me, as if he is afraid I might disintegrate should he so much as breathe near me.

He looks so familiar...I tell myself though I can’t quite make out where exactly I have seen him.

"Look harder, Ry," Toran mind-links me.

"You know him."

"I do? “ I ask, squinting my eyes at the mysterious man.I study his features, taking in his dark hair, his smooth pale skin and his warm brown eyes.

Those eyes...Where have I seen those eyes....

"I think we should sit down first, Ry," Toran says, getting up to offer me his chair.

I step towards my husband only for the young man to whimper.

A memory suddenly pops into my head of a little boy with a stutter doing his best to recite a poem, a few sad tears trickling down his cheeks as he stumbles through his words.

"You're the little boy from my dreams..." I murmur, a soft smile curling on my lips as I turn to face him.

"You used to read poetry to me...You would get so frustrated with yourself when you couldn’t say a word right..." I mutter to myself, snapping my fingers in thought.

"You’re all grown up now, aren’t you?" I add, my excitement growing about meeting someone from my past.

...Perhaps he can tell us more about you than Toran can… my wolf, Senara whispers.

The man’s eyes glaze over with tears, his silence making me mildly uncomfortable, but I push onward, determined to figure out who he is.

"You're very handsome," I chirp, holding up my smile despite the man’s silent stare.

Am I making him uncomfortable?

 "Is she your mate?" I ask, turning to the young woman beside him clinging to his arm.

"She’s very beautiful," I smile, hoping to get a reaction from either of them.

The young woman smiles at me but I can tell she and I have never met by the way she looks at me.I turn to the small older woman who has her brows furrowed in anger at Toran and I, my heart skipping a beat at her clear Had I upset her in my past life?

 "And who are you?" I ask her, the small woman shaking her head at me.

"Honey, will you sit down, please?" Toran sighs, ushering me towards the chair.

He gestures at the young man to sit as well, but he refuses to move an inch, completely paralyzed by his emotions.

The longing in his eyes awakens something within me, something so loving and pure yet so familiar, like sitting by a fireplace on a cold winter's night, the glow of the flames touching every inch of me, enveloping me in the safety of its warmth.

"Who am I to you?" I whisper, a nauseating feeling growing in my belly when a pained look flashes in his eyes.

"Y-you don’t ....Y-you don’t know w-who I- I am?" he whispers after a long silence, his words cutting into my heart with their anguish.

Guilt washes over me as his despair grows with my silence and I close my eyes to concentrate, willing my memories to come back to me, but all I see is an empty abyss.

"It’s okay, Rionna, " Toran murmurs via mind-link, his voice soft and soothing.

push yourself.Your memories will come back when

the voice of reason when I feel so completely

Tylen and I.

and pulls me to his side, the young

and my son,

his mother Agnes, and his mate, Talia," he adds, pointing to the man, his

feel the urge to pay respect to her and bend over in a low bow along with

Her Majesty, Aurora and her King, Oliver,"

smile at

gives me a

his mouth to speak but decides against it, pursing his lips and clenching his fists at his sides

her story to you, Zane, before you ask any questions,"

"Is that okay, hun?"

myself to Toran’s allies before, so this is not out of the ordinary for me, but Zane’s pained stare makes this more

I start with my very

memories of who I was or how amnesia, I think," I shrug apologetically, hoping Zane’s sadness will fade away as I explain

eyes for the first time.He didn’t like me very much and was quite angry at

told me I had died, but for some reason, I came back..." I add, still unable to wrap my

and explains in further detail the events

Arthur's birthday party, I requested that my wolves bring me back her body as proof of her death.As she was being transported to Ravenstone, she sat up in the back of the

limbo, not really ‘here’ at all.She said nothing, just sat up like a stone the entire ride to Ravenstone.My wolves were terrified of her so they didn’t even try to touch her until they arrived at the pack hospital.A

tempted to kill her..."he adds with a chuckle as I

my prisoner until I could figure out what that

chance a glance at Zane and find him looking at me

much like a prisoner, however," I add with a

and was allowed to explore the pack house whenever I pleased.I even had company with Tylen.He would visit me every day to share a meal with me or play board games," I explain, patting Tylen’s shoulder, though he appears lost in thought,

How odd...I sigh.

me if I could remember

was best not to force you to remember," Toran grumbles

was only doing what

protecting me," I reply, leaning over and pecking him on the lips to Zane’s

my relationship

name was once Elenore and Toran tells me Imore me.Sometimes I get these recurring dreams, but they don’t really feel like dreams; they’re more like little fragments or hints of my memory....And you are always in them,"I

are much Bigger

we would watch the

don’t remember who you are...but every memory with you is always beautiful and I look forward to dreaming more about you.I don’t know much about Elenore in her

turns to hide his face from me and the guilt once again returns, making

feel bad," Toran reminds me, grabbing hold

fault, not yours.I did this

heart, however, makes it hard for me to not give

whisper aloud, hoping if Zane gave me a hint, I might somehow remember

storms away from the table only to be stopped

she calls out, Zane’s grip on the door knob tightening so that

he always does when something is weighing heavily

his mother, Ry." The blood drains from my face

"H-his what..."

"Zane is your son,"

news not any

walking up to comfort him but unsure if she should touch him or let him

several emotions bombard me all at once, the most powerful being

a mother forget a son? HOW? My chest burns with anger and I push myself onto my feet, glaring

you?" I scream at him, Toran’s face remaining irritably calm as he looks up

you not tell me I have

was on

right did you have to hide my son from me!?" I retort, furious at the thought of Zane growing up without

replies calmly, though I hear

alive, but even then it was difficult to determine who Zane really was.No one had ever seen him before.There were no records, no birth certificates, no school weren't even photographs of him at his