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-"

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

neck and he

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

times like these that 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

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

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

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

the moonlight spilling into the room illuminates his face and I see the hint of blush

never fails to make

next move and I pull my

a moment, his fingers emitting sparks against my

his hands as he reaches the clasp of my bra, but he

bare chest and I

and Zane hurriedly removes our clothes until there's a small pile of garments on

resting on

each other, our tongues meeting for

hands travel along his shoulders and up his neck as he

we pull

lips travel down my neck to my

"I’m yours."

his voice lowering

"Y-you’re m-mine."

wrapping around one of my

my breasts.I rock my hips against his growing member,

me yours," I whisper against his ear when I

want to

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

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

him now more than

and, in a swift thrust, fills

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

sways with his rhythm, his tip hitting a spot

gasp, Zane groaning as he hits the

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

something animalistic taking over as he picks up the speed of his

back arches as I feel

open, a tiny whine begging him for just a

I can fall

longer in control, but neither is Grayson,

quite tell but it sends a warm tingle down

love and the

the fire within me again, but he keeps

kisses, but he only moves slower than

both of my hands and interlocking my fingers with each other so

murmurs, pushing my clasped hands above my head and pinning them against the mattress while his free arm wraps around my thigh to pull my legs further apart against my

around his girth, eager

need, my legs quickly turning to jelly the harder

curling and

pulls out of me, my body craving his, needing

grabbing onto the sides of my throat and

colors and light flooding my brain as I shatter completely.He pumps relentlessly as I ride

as I breathe heavily, attempting

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

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

"Zane..."

rocking my hips against

and when our eyes meet, his brown irises turn golden, Grayson

a smug look washing over his

wastes no time rolling me over on my stomach, pushing

hands up my inner thigh, teasing my

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