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-"

the other slides down to my waist, teasing the waistband of my shorts.His lips ignite a fire within me, my skin burning with pleasure as he lifts me

snake around his neck and he carries me

sets me down on the soft mattress, spreading my legs apart and climbing

are to protect me from

my

my breasts, molding it to the shape of his hand over and over

pulls away to tug his shirt over his head, my eyes mesmerized by his

moonlight spilling into the room illuminates

fails to make brave enough to

as he struggles to figure out his next move and I pull my shirt

against my skin as he traces the intricate design of the flowers and the

bra, but he swallows hard and undoes it, my breasts spilling

as he admires my bare chest and I reach for his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling down the

Zane hurriedly removes our clothes until

hands resting on either side of my head as he holds his weight above

against each other, our tongues meeting for an erotic dance that leaves my spine

shoulders and up his neck as he pours his heart

when we pull apart to

I whisper as his lips travel down my neck to my collar

"I’m yours."

again, his voice lowering almost an

"Y-you’re m-mine."

one of my curling

more he bites and licks my breasts.I rock my hips against his growing member, Zane groaning into my

I whisper against his ear

want to

along my thigh, his fingers squeezing my

to the pleasure as they brush over my sensitive flesh every time he sucks and licks my

I pant, needing him now more

up against my entrance and, in a swift thrust, fills me up with his length,

I whimper as he starts to move, pulling his c**k out slowly and pushing

rhythm, his tip hitting a spot that makes me

Zane groaning as he hits the same spot

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

taking over as he picks up the speed

going.My back arches as I feel

eyes flutter open, a tiny whine begging him for

a little more so I can fall apart beneath

no longer in control, but neither is Grayson, something else taking

it sends a warm tingle down my

mine, the sweet taste of his love

me again, but

kisses, but

and interlocking my fingers with each other so that one hand grips my

against the mattress while his free arm wraps

around his girth, eager to feel every perfect inch

my legs quickly turning to jelly the harder and

my toes curling and uncurling as I gasp for

he pulls out of me, my body craving his, needing

the sides of my throat and squeezing in

I shatter completely.He pumps relentlessly as I ride my orgasm, every inch of me

me brings sweet relief as I

my shoulder with the last drop of his c*m, his breath slow and sharp as he peppers open

worshiping me as

"Zane..."

moan, rocking my

meet, his brown irises turn golden, Grayson smirking back

a smug look washing over his

over on my stomach,

my inner thigh, teasing my still weeping folds with his

between my lips, lubricating himself with my c*m and drawing