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-"

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

his neck and he carries

legs apart and climbing on top of me while not

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

my mouth, his

gasp escapes 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,

his shirt over his head,

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

to make

his next move and

moment, his fingers emitting sparks against my

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

my bare chest and I reach for his jeans, unbuttoning them and

Zane hurriedly removes our clothes until there's a small

resting on either side of my head

other, our tongues meeting for an erotic

and up his neck as

murmurs when we pull apart to catch our

lips travel

"I’m yours."

his voice

"Y-you’re m-mine."

I moan, his mouth wrapping around one of my

his the more he bites and licks my breasts.I rock my hips against his growing member, Zane

against his ear when I

to be

along my thigh, his fingers squeezing my bare ass

add to the pleasure as they brush over my sensitive flesh

needing him now more

thrust, fills

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

body sways with his rhythm, his tip hitting a spot that makes me see stars behind

Zane groaning as he hits the same

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

over

from the 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

a tiny whine begging him for just a little

a little more so I can fall apart beneath

eyes meet, I realize Zane is no longer in control, but

tell but it sends a warm tingle down my spine to

love and the

kisses ignite the fire within me again, but he keeps

but he only moves

my fingers with each

and pinning them against the mattress while his free arm wraps

my walls around his girth, eager to

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

curling and uncurling as I

each time he pulls out of me,

my leg, this time grabbing onto the

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

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

c*m, his breath slow and sharp

tongue slides along my neck, savoring me, worshiping me as the need once again builds up in

"Zane..."

moan, rocking my hips

when our eyes meet,

whimper, a smug look washing over his

stomach, pushing squeezing and slapping my cheeks as I

builds up when Grayson slides his hands up my inner thigh, teasing

lubricating himself with my c*m and drawing figure eights around