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-"

as Zane’s lips crash against mine, one of his hands gripping the back of my neck and pushing me into him while the other slides down to my waist,

his neck and he

down on the soft mattress, spreading my legs apart and climbing on top of me while not crushing me under his

his shoulders are to protect me from any harm, how muscular his arms are from all the hard labor he must have

back arches as his tongue twirls in my mouth, his hands exploring every curve

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

tug his shirt over

room is dark but the moonlight spilling into the room illuminates his face and

to make brave

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

a moment, his fingers emitting sparks against my skin as he traces the intricate design of the flowers and

he reaches the clasp of my bra, but he swallows hard and undoes it, my breasts

core as he admires my bare chest and I reach for his jeans,

of my breasts breaks and Zane hurriedly removes our clothes until there's a small pile of garments

settles in between my legs, his hands resting on

meeting for an erotic dance that leaves

and up his neck as he pours

we pull apart

whisper as his lips travel down my neck to

"I’m yours."

says again, his voice lowering almost an

"Y-you’re m-mine."

moan, his mouth wrapping around one of my curling as the heat builds

my body craving his the more he bites and licks my breasts.I

yours," I whisper against his ear when I

want to be

softly as he suckles on my n****e and slides his hand along my thigh, his fingers squeezing my bare ass and pressing

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

pant, needing him now more than

a swift thrust,

his c**k out slowly and pushing it all the way in in

his tip hitting a

as he hits the same spot

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

something animalistic taking over

hand tightening from the intensity of the pleasure.My eyes roll back as I moan incoherently at him to keep going.My back arches as I feel myself come closer to the edge, my hands reaching for the headboard when he suddenly slows down

tiny whine begging him for

more so I can fall apart beneath

is no longer in control, but neither

sends a warm tingle down my spine to my

of his love and the savory dominance of his lust

within me again, but he keeps his thrusts

between kisses, but he only moves slower than

of my hands and interlocking my fingers with each other so that one hand grips my knuckles while the fingers on my other hand

pinning them against the mattress while his free arm wraps around my thigh to pull my legs further apart against my neck

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

me with hunger and need, my legs

my toes curling and uncurling as I gasp for

he pulls out of me, my

this time grabbing onto the sides of my throat and squeezing in

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

as

head falls on my shoulder with the last drop of his c*m, his breath slow and sharp as he

slides along my neck, savoring me, worshiping me as

"Zane..."

moan, rocking my hips against

my ears and when our eyes meet, his brown irises turn golden, Grayson smirking back at

I whimper, a smug look washing

rolling me over on my stomach, pushing squeezing and

builds up when Grayson slides his hands up my inner thigh, teasing my still weeping folds with his

a finger between my lips, lubricating himself with my c*m and