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,

neck and he carries me to

and

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

twirls in my

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 hardening against

over

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

timid nature never fails to make brave enough to show me

and I pull my shirt over my head to give

emitting sparks against my skin as he traces the intricate design of the flowers

my bra,

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

hurriedly removes our clothes until there's a small

on either side of

our tongues meeting for an erotic dance that leaves my spine

hands travel along his shoulders and up his neck

he murmurs when we pull apart to

I whisper as his lips travel down my neck

"I’m yours."

again, his

"Y-you’re m-mine."

around one of my curling as the

bites and licks my breasts.I rock my

whisper against his ear when I can

to be

thigh, his fingers squeezing my bare ass and pressing

prickle my breasts but add to the pleasure as they brush over my sensitive

needing him

against my entrance and, in a swift thrust, fills me up with his length, my walls

c**k out slowly and pushing it all the way in in deliberate

rhythm, his tip hitting a spot that

Zane groaning as he

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

over as he picks up the speed

to keep going.My back arches as I feel myself come closer to the edge, my hands reaching for the headboard when

flutter open, a tiny whine begging him for just

a little more so I can fall apart

longer in

it sends a warm

love and the savory dominance of his lust a delicious combination on my

me again, but he

moan between kisses, but he only moves slower

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

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

when I tighten my walls around his girth, eager to feel every

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

and uncurling

slowly spills out each time he pulls out of me, my body craving his,

this time grabbing onto the sides of my throat and squeezing in

a burst of colors and light flooding my brain as I shatter completely.He pumps relentlessly

me brings sweet relief as

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

worshiping me as the need once

"Zane..."

my hips

our eyes meet, his brown irises turn golden, Grayson

I whimper, a smug look washing over

over on my stomach, pushing squeezing

slides his hands up my inner

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