The Silent Alpha

***Talia*** 

"Wh-what if...I mark y-you?" Zane asks timidly, his voice low and soft.

My heart feels as though it might pound out of my chest as a silence falls between us.

He wants me to bear his mark? Now? I stare at him, wondering why he would bring up marking now of all times? Zane seems to understand my confusion and smiles sheepishly at me.

"T-this is w-war, Ta-Talia," he says quietly, a warm tingle traveling down my spine when he says my name.

"A-and if some-something happens t-to me-me...then I-I want to go out kn-knowing my ma-mate wore my mark p-proudly..."

"Zane..." I sigh tiredly, pinching the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes as I think of an answer.

"You know how I feel about marking."

"I-l do," he replies........

"B-but so do y-you." I groan in frustration, thinking back to the day he explained his mark to me.

It was a beautiful speech and I loved hearing him tell me I meant more to him than I had initially thought...

but I had already made this mistake before.

I had fallen for pretty words and jumped into a marriage with a wolf after a couple of nursing my broken heart.

With every passing day, the wall around my heart crumbles, Zane making me believe that perhaps a wolf can love a simple human, but I am afraid and I do not know how to stop being afraid.

"I-I am not h-him," he murmurs, cupping my cheeks and pulling me in for a tender kiss.

Tiny sparks ripple across my face like little waves of pleasure, my body molding against his.

"I-I love you," he whispers, his lips grazing mine as he speaks.

It is the second time he has said it, but my breath still hitches in my throat at his confession.

I, however, cannot bring myself to repeat those words to him because it would make them real and I would be unable to deny him any longer.

"I-l am not h-him," he repeats, his thumbs wiping the tears gathering in my eyes.

"I know that," I whimper, Zane shaking his head at me.

"Do y-you?" he asks, the pain evident in his warm eyes.

"B-because it doe- it doesn’t fe-feel that way." I don’t know how to respond and my silence seems to make him anxious.

"D-do y-ou still love h-him?" He asks, his eyes unable to meet mine.

"A-am I...am I-I not...Do y-you still think about h-him..?"

"I don’t love him," I shake my head adamantly, appalled he would think that.

"I stopped loving Christian the day Kota was I was his wife of two years after all and I thought we would always be together.Those types of feelings don’t go away overnight.Those dreams die hard.But that all changed the moment I held Kota in my arms.Christian destroyed my trust and whatever possibility there was of us ever being a family died the day he slept with my sister.And I will never forgive him for that.I will never love him again.Never."

Zane weighs my words carefully, as if deciding if I meant them.

"I do think about Christian every day though," I add, Zane looking down at me in shock and I quickly try to explain myself.

"I think about all the lies he fed me to keep me by his side...all the pain I felt while being his Luna.He is a constant reminder that I should be careful with my heart and who I give it to."

"I-It’s safe with m-me," Zane blurts out and I smile at him.

"I...am trying to believe you," I reply quietly through a small smile.

"I am trying to believe you are different.That your words are real and not some fantasy you are trying to feed me, so I'll fall for you.But then I remember all the beautiful poems Christian used to tell me, all the picnics under the moonlight, all of our beautiful mornings after a night of passion, all of the little things he did in the beginning that made me believe we would last forever.I remember these things every time I feel myself getting comfortable with you...and then the pain comes crashing down on me all over again.There is a constant war waging in my head thoughts away.I try to remember how happy you make Kota whenever a bad thought enters my head.It’s just hard sometimes, " I admit.

"But I will keep trying...Because I want to be happy with you.I want to love you so much.I do....I-"

other slides down to my waist,

arms snake around his neck and

the soft mattress, spreading my legs apart and

I remember how tiny I am compared to him, how broad his shoulders are to protect me from any harm, how muscular his arms are from all the hard labor he must have done during his

my mouth, his hands exploring every curve of

my lips when he cups one of my breasts, molding it to the shape of his hand over and over

pulls away to tug his shirt over his head, my

is dark but the moonlight spilling into the room illuminates

make brave enough

and I

eyes linger on my tattoo for a moment, his fingers emitting sparks against my

bra, but he swallows hard and undoes it,

core as he admires my bare chest and I

hurriedly removes our clothes until there's a small pile of

once again settles in between my legs, his hands resting on either side of my head

our tongues meeting for an

travel along his shoulders and up his neck as

pull apart

travel down my neck to my collar

"I’m yours."

his voice lowering almost an

"Y-you’re m-mine."

my curling as the

he bites and licks my breasts.I rock my

whisper against his ear when

to be

thigh, his fingers squeezing my bare ass and pressing me harder against him so

hairs prickle my breasts but add to the pleasure as they brush over my sensitive flesh every time he sucks and licks

him

swift thrust, fills me

his c**k out slowly and pushing it

rhythm, his tip hitting a

as he hits

"Ah....Ah...0h god!"

over as he picks up

going.My back arches as I feel

open, a tiny whine begging him for just a

I can fall

longer in

but it sends a warm tingle

sweet taste of his love and

fire within me again, but he

but he only moves slower

pulls away a little, taking both of my hands and interlocking my fingers with each

mattress while his free arm wraps around my thigh to pull my legs further apart against my neck with every

grunts when I tighten my walls around his girth, eager to feel every perfect inch

me with hunger and need, my legs quickly turning to jelly

I squeal, my toes curling and uncurling as I gasp for

nectar slowly spills out each time he pulls out of me, my body craving his,

the sides of my

is almost instant, a burst of colors and light flooding my brain as I shatter completely.He pumps relentlessly as I ride my

brings sweet relief as I

my shoulder with the last drop of his c*m, his

slides along my neck, savoring me, worshiping me as the need

"Zane..."

moan, rocking my hips

against my ears and when our eyes meet,

I whimper, a smug look washing over his

my stomach,

slides his hands up my inner thigh, teasing

with my c*m