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-"

one of his hands gripping the back of my neck and pushing me into him while 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 up by my

snake around his neck and

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

compared to him, how broad his shoulders are to protect me from any harm, how muscular his arms are from all the hard

as his tongue twirls in my mouth, his

lips when he cups one of my breasts, molding it to the shape of his hand over and over again like a stress ball, my n****e

his shirt over his head, my eyes

is dark but the moonlight spilling into the room illuminates his face and I see the hint of blush on

make brave enough to

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

his fingers emitting sparks against my skin as he traces the intricate

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

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

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

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

lips collide against each other, our tongues meeting for an

along his shoulders and up his neck

when we pull apart to catch our

his lips travel down

"I’m yours."

he says again, his voice lowering almost an

"Y-you’re m-mine."

my curling as

licks my breasts.I rock my hips against

against his ear when I can take the heat no

to be

slides his hand along my thigh, his fingers squeezing my bare ass and pressing me harder against him so that my hips meet his

as they brush over

him now

against my entrance and, in a swift thrust, fills

he starts to move, pulling his c**k out slowly

with his rhythm, his tip hitting a spot

I gasp, Zane groaning as he hits

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

response, something animalistic taking over as he picks up

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

a tiny whine begging him for just a little

I can fall

is no longer in control, but neither

Desire? Love? I can’t quite tell but it sends a warm

taste of his love and the savory dominance of his lust a

me again, but

kisses, but he

taking both of my hands and interlocking my fingers with each other so that one hand grips my knuckles

head and pinning them against the mattress while his free arm wraps around my thigh to pull

my walls around his girth, eager to

pounds into me with hunger and need, my legs quickly turning to jelly the harder and deeper

squeal, my toes curling and uncurling as I gasp for

slowly spills out each time he pulls out

my leg, this time grabbing onto the sides of my throat and squeezing

of colors and light flooding my brain as I shatter completely.He pumps relentlessly as I ride my orgasm, every inch of me

relief as I breathe heavily, attempting

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

my neck, savoring me, worshiping me as the need once again builds

"Zane..."

rocking my hips against

against my ears and when our eyes meet, his

I whimper, a smug

stomach, pushing squeezing

slides his hands up my

lubricating himself with my