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-"

into him while the other slides

snake around his neck and he carries me to

soft mattress, spreading my legs apart and climbing on top of

these that I remember how tiny I am compared to him, how broad his shoulders are to protect me from any

back arches as his tongue twirls in my mouth, his

my 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

tug his shirt over his head,

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

make

his next move and I pull my shirt over my head to give him a

emitting sparks against my skin as

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

he admires my bare chest and I

and Zane hurriedly removes our

my legs, his hands resting on either side of my

our tongues meeting for an erotic dance that leaves my

up his neck

he murmurs when we pull apart to catch

as his lips travel

"I’m yours."

again, his voice lowering almost

"Y-you’re m-mine."

one of my curling as the

my breasts.I rock my

yours," I whisper against his ear when I can take the

want to be

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

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

needing him now

own limit, Zane lines himself up against my entrance and, in a swift thrust, fills me up with his length, my

starts to move, pulling his c**k out slowly and pushing it all the

rhythm, his tip hitting a spot that makes me see

groaning as

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

response, something animalistic taking over as he picks up the

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

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

more so I can fall

eyes meet, I realize Zane is no longer in

it sends a warm tingle

love and the savory dominance of his lust a delicious combination

fire within me again, but he

kisses, but he only moves slower than

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

the mattress while his free arm wraps

tighten my walls around his

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

squeal, my toes curling and

pulls out of me, my

grabbing onto the sides of

brain as I

warm seed spurting inside me brings sweet relief as I breathe heavily,

my shoulder with the last drop of his c*m, his breath

me, worshiping me

"Zane..."

my

meet, his brown irises turn golden, Grayson

a smug look washing

wastes no time rolling me over on my stomach, pushing squeezing and slapping

my inner thigh, teasing my still weeping folds

himself with my c*m and drawing figure eights around