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-"

the other slides

his neck and he carries me

down on the soft mattress, spreading my legs apart and climbing on top of me while

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

as his tongue twirls in my mouth, his hands

lips when he cups one of my breasts, molding it to the shape of

tug his shirt over

into the room illuminates his face and I see the

fails to make brave enough to show me his

as he struggles to figure out his next move and

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

a slight tremor in his hands as he reaches the clasp of my bra, but he swallows hard and undoes it, my breasts spilling out of their

and I reach for his

my breasts breaks and Zane hurriedly removes our clothes until

hands resting on either side of

meeting for an erotic dance

along his shoulders and up his neck as he pours his

murmurs when we pull apart to

lips travel

"I’m yours."

again, his voice

"Y-you’re m-mine."

mouth wrapping around one of my curling as the heat builds

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

me yours," I whisper against his ear when I

to

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

beard hairs prickle my breasts but add to the pleasure as they brush

I pant, needing him now more than

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

starts to move, pulling his c**k out slowly and

hitting a spot that makes me

gasp, Zane groaning as he hits

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

growls in response, something animalistic taking over 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

flutter open, a tiny whine begging him for just

so I can fall

I realize Zane is no longer in control, but neither

it sends a warm tingle

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

the fire within me again, but he

but he only

last, 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

against the mattress while

around his girth, eager to feel every

my legs quickly turning to jelly the harder

my toes curling and uncurling

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

the sides of my

and light flooding my brain as I shatter completely.He pumps relentlessly as I ride my orgasm, every inch of me buzzing with

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

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

worshiping me as the need once again builds

"Zane..."

my hips

our eyes meet, his brown irises turn golden, Grayson smirking back

smug look

on my stomach,

builds up when Grayson slides his hands up my inner thigh, teasing my still weeping folds with

himself with my c*m and drawing figure eights