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 you

my husband so much.He is the voice of reason when I feel so completely lost and useless.He’s my anchor, my home, my

Tylen and I.

to his side, the young man

my son,

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

a beautiful woman with long white hair and gorgeous honey eyes.I feel the urge to pay respect to her and bend over in a low bow along

Majesty, Aurora and her King, Oliver,"

I smile at

me carefully for a moment but ultimately gives me a warm welcome

and clenching his fists at his sides as he sits

to you, Zane, before you

"Is that okay, hun?"

explaining myself to Toran’s allies before, so this is not out

throat, I start with my

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

was there when I opened my eyes for the first time.He didn’t like me very much and was quite angry at me for being awake,"

reason, I came back..." I add, still unable to wrap my head around the

sighs heavily and explains in further detail the events

her body as proof of her death.As she

she were in 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 doctor came to check her out and she fell into a deep coma a couple minutes into the examination," he

adds with a chuckle as I smack

Elenore, or rather Rionna, as my prisoner until I could figure out what that reason was," he says, pulling out my smoky quartz had Rionna wear this fae enchanted stone to mask her appearance whenever she leaves the pack house.It’s kept her safe from being spotted for

at Zane and find him looking at me with so much emotion, hanging on to every word of my

feel much like a prisoner, however,"

a comfortable room after I woke up from my coma and was allowed to explore the pack house whenever I pleased.I even had company with Tylen.He would

How odd...I sigh.

if I could

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

was only doing

I reply, leaning over and pecking him on

seem my relationship with

 "I’m afraid not many memories have come back since I’ve woken up.I know my 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

are much

read poetry to me and we would watch the

more about you.I don’t know much about Elenore in

and the guilt once again returns, making me wish I

bad," Toran reminds me, grabbing hold of my hand and squeezing

fault, not

heart, however, makes it hard for me

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

from the table only to be stopped by the

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

is hard for her Toran sighs heavily, as he always does when something is weighing heavily on his

mother, Ry." The blood drains from my face as I stare at the man at the

"H-his what..."

"Zane is your son,"

the blow of this news not any lighter

stands, his mate walking up to comfort him but unsure if she should touch him or let him

all at once,

HOW? My chest burns with anger and I push myself onto

at him, Toran’s face remaining irritably

not tell me I have a

on

from me!?" I retort, furious at the thought of Zane

replies calmly, though I hear the slight tremor

sent Agnes to Scarlett Haven on a hunch that he was 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 supposed memorial when