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-"

of his hands gripping the back of my neck and pushing me into him while the other slides down to my

arms snake around his neck and he carries

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

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

back arches as his tongue twirls in my mouth, his hands exploring every curve of my

molding it to the shape of his hand over and over again like

his shirt over his head, my eyes mesmerized

spilling into the room illuminates his face and

nature never fails to make brave enough to show

out his next move and I pull my

a moment, his fingers emitting sparks against

reaches the clasp of my bra, but he swallows hard and undoes it, my breasts

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

hurriedly removes our clothes until there's a small pile of garments on

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

tongues meeting for an erotic dance that leaves my

up his neck as he pours his heart into

pull apart

travel down my neck to my collar

"I’m yours."

again, his voice

"Y-you’re m-mine."

his mouth wrapping around one of my curling as the heat builds up in my

my breasts.I rock my hips against

me yours," I whisper against his ear when I can take

want to be

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

the pleasure as they brush

pant, needing him now more than

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

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

hitting a spot

I gasp, Zane groaning as he hits the same

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

only growls in response, something animalistic taking over as he picks up the speed of

pleasure.My eyes roll back as I moan incoherently at him to keep going.My back

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

little more so I can fall apart

is no longer in

Desire? Love? I can’t quite tell but it sends a warm tingle down my

with mine, the sweet taste of his love and

fire within me again, but he keeps his

I moan between kisses, but he

my hands and interlocking my fingers with each other so that one

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

his girth, eager to feel

legs quickly turning to

and uncurling as I

spills out each time he pulls out

this time grabbing onto the sides of my throat and

of colors and light flooding my brain as I

inside me brings sweet relief as I

his breath slow and

slides along my neck, savoring me, worshiping me as the

"Zane..."

rocking my hips

meet, his brown irises turn golden, Grayson smirking

I whimper, a smug look washing over

on my stomach, pushing squeezing and slapping my cheeks

his hands up my inner thigh,

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