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-"

me into him while the other slides down to my waist, teasing the waistband of my shorts.His lips ignite a fire

his neck and he carries me to

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

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

his tongue twirls in my mouth,

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 hardening against his

his shirt over his head, my

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

make brave enough to show me

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

tattoo for a moment, his fingers emitting sparks against my skin as he traces the intricate

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

builds up in my core as he admires my bare chest and I reach for his

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

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

against each other, our tongues meeting

his shoulders and up his neck as he pours

murmurs when we pull apart to catch our

travel down my

"I’m yours."

again, his voice

"Y-you’re m-mine."

my curling as the heat

hook around his naked thighs, my body craving his the more he bites and licks my breasts.I rock

yours," I whisper against his ear when I

want to be

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

they

pant, needing him now

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

c**k

with his rhythm, his tip hitting a spot that makes me

groaning as he hits the

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

only growls in response, something animalistic taking over as he

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 just

a little more so I can fall

meet, I realize Zane is no longer in control, but neither

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

the sweet taste of his love and the savory dominance of his lust a delicious combination

kisses ignite the fire within me again, but he keeps

kisses, but he only moves slower than

each other so that one hand grips my knuckles while the

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 neck

walls around his girth, eager to feel every perfect inch of

need, my legs quickly

and uncurling

each time he pulls out

lets go of my leg, this time grabbing onto the sides

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

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

c*m, his breath slow and sharp as he

me

"Zane..."

moan, rocking my hips

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

smug look washing

over on my stomach, pushing squeezing and slapping

my inner thigh, teasing my still weeping

with my c*m and