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-"

caught in my throat 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, teasing the waistband of

and he carries

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

to him, how broad his shoulders are to protect me from any harm, how

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

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

his shirt over his head, my eyes mesmerized

spilling into the room illuminates his face

nature never fails to make brave enough to

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

sparks against my skin

in his hands as he reaches the clasp of my bra, but he swallows hard and undoes it, my breasts

and I reach for his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling down the

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

on either side of my head as he holds

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

his shoulders and up his neck as he pours

we pull

lips travel down my

"I’m yours."

he says again, his voice

"Y-you’re m-mine."

wrapping around one of my curling as the heat builds

licks my breasts.I rock my hips against

whisper against his ear when I can take the heat

to

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

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

pant, needing him now more than

swift thrust, fills me up with his length, my walls welcoming his girth in a warm

to move, pulling his c**k

with his rhythm, his tip hitting a

Zane groaning as he hits the

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

in response, something animalistic taking over as he

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 his

flutter open, a tiny whine begging him for just a little

I can fall

longer in

sends a warm tingle down my spine to my

love and the savory dominance of

the fire within me again, but

between kisses, but he only moves slower

interlocking my fingers with each other so that one hand grips my knuckles while the

he 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

when I tighten my walls around his girth, eager to

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

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

spills out each time he pulls out

the sides of my throat and squeezing in

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

seed spurting inside me brings sweet relief as

last drop of his c*m, his

me, worshiping me as the need

"Zane..."

moan, rocking my hips against

my ears and when our eyes meet, his brown irises

a smug look

rolling me over on my stomach, pushing squeezing and slapping my

anticipation builds up when Grayson slides his hands up my

my lips, lubricating himself with my