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

his neck and he carries me to the

gently sets me down on the soft mattress, spreading my legs apart and climbing on top

am compared to him, how broad his shoulders are to protect me

tongue twirls in my mouth, his hands exploring

to the shape of his hand over and over again like a stress ball, my n****e hardening

to tug his shirt over his head, my eyes mesmerized by his

room illuminates his face and I see

make

struggles to figure out his next move and I pull

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

my bra, but he swallows hard and undoes it, my breasts spilling out of

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

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

on either side of

collide against each other, our tongues meeting for an erotic

his neck as

we pull apart to

his lips travel down my neck to my

"I’m yours."

he says again, his

"Y-you’re m-mine."

wrapping around one of my curling as the heat

craving his the more he bites and licks my breasts.I rock my hips against

I whisper against his ear when I

want to be

as he suckles on my n****e and slides his hand along my thigh, his fingers squeezing my bare ass and pressing me harder against him so that my hips meet

but add to the pleasure as they brush over my

I pant, needing him now

a swift thrust, fills me up with

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

his rhythm, his tip hitting a spot that makes me

gasp, Zane groaning as he

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

something animalistic taking over as he picks up

going.My back arches

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

more so I can fall apart

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

can’t quite tell but it sends

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

within me again, but

but he only moves slower

he pulls away a little, taking both of my hands and interlocking my fingers with each other so that one hand grips my knuckles while the fingers on my other hand stick

for," he murmurs, pushing my clasped hands above my head and pinning them against the mattress while his free arm wraps around

around his

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

squeal, my toes curling and

slowly spills out each time he pulls out of me, my

of my leg, this time grabbing onto the

my brain as I shatter completely.He pumps

me brings sweet relief as I breathe heavily, attempting to gather myself

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

my neck, savoring me, worshiping me as the need

"Zane..."

my hips

my ears and when our eyes meet,

I whimper, a smug look

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

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

himself with my c*m and