The Silent Alpha novel Chapter 15

 ***Jane*** 

"Who in the bloody f**k are you?" the woman growls, the golden flecks in her green eyes glittering like flames.

Before I can respond, the small woman has a silver dagger pointed at my throat as she pins me with her elbow against the door.

"You better talk fast, wolf.Talia doesn't take kindly to your kind so I doubt she let you in willingly.Who the f**k are you and what are you doing in her house?"

She snarls, pressing the dagger harder against my neck.

"Are you one of Christian's mutts? Have you come to take her back? Are you with Cillian because I'll bloody kill you where you stand if you so much as touch her!"

Who are Christian and Cillian and where are they taking our mate? Grayson asks.

Agnes rushes towards us and the woman turns to face her, lifting her hand up in warning.

"Unless you want me to gauge your pretty little eyes out, wolf, BACK THE f**k UP!" the woman screams, her hand emitting green light.

Witch! Grayson snarls.

Taking advantage of her distraction, I hook my ankle around the that it points to her instead.I then use my body to slam her against the wall, the woman groaning as her head bangs against the wall.

Completely infuriated, she wraps her fingers around my wrists.

Her palms become scorching hot as they emit a green light and I flinch away from her in pain, stepping back a few paces and shielding Agnes with my body from the furious witch.

The witch waves the dagger in front of me, her teeth clenched in anger.

"Don't make me repeat myself.Who are you and what have you done with Kota and Talia?"

Realizing this might be Talia's witch friend, Gwen, I raise one arm in surrender and then point to my throat, mouthing the word MUTE to her before gesturing to Agnes and pointing at my ears.

"DEAF," I mouth, praying to Moon Goddess that she gets it.

She narrows her eyes in confusion and I hear Agnes shuffling behind me.I don't dare look at what Agnes is doing, afraid to take my eyes off the witch.

Just speak! Grayson snaps in frustration.

I open my mouth to take his advice but as always, my tongue grows stiff and heavy in my mouth, the words stuck in the back of my throat.

Agnes walks right past me and holds out a piece of paper to the witch.

"You're deaf and you’re mute...?" the witch mutters, pointing to satisfied, she slowly lowers her dagger.

"Of course you f****"g are," she grumbles, storming past us to the kitchen.

She sees the pen and notepad on the counter and tosses it to me.

"Go on then.Explain yourselves.Who are you?" She says, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.

Knowing she could go off any minute, I scribble a response to her and timidly hand the notepad back to her.

She snatches it out of my hand, grumbling to herself in annoyance.

"My name is Zane.I am Talia’s mate.This is Agnes, my mother.You must be Gwen..." she reads aloud, her body tensing up at the last sentence.

"S-She told you about me.." She grumbles, a bit of anger flashing in her eyes.

"She must trust you then...She doesn’t give my name out to just anyone."

My heart nearly skips a beat when she says that.

Talia trusts me? Gwen eyes me up and down, a murderous chuckle escaping her lips.

"Moon Goddess must be testing us both," she says to herself.

"Oh Talia...looks like we are both on the same bloody boat," she sighs, taking a seat at the counter.

Agnes being Agnes, she rushes to grab the witch a glass of water and hands it to her with shaking hands.

The witch smiles softly at her and thanks her.

After taking a drink and gathering her bearings, Gwen looks up at me with a "I apologize for attacking you.I’m a little on edge as it is.It’s been a rough couple days,"

Gwen says to me, wiping her face in exhaustion.

Tell me about it, I want to say but instead just nod politely.

Ask her about Christian and Cillian! Grayson snaps.

Who the f**k are they and why would they take Talia? I take the notepad from the counter and write out my question to her, When she sees what I wrote, she shakes her head at me.

"Cillian is my problem, not Talia’s so don’t worry about him.I-I’ll take care of him on my own," she says, nervously smiling at me.

"If you don’t know who Christian is, however, it’s best I not say a word.That’s Talia’s business and only she has the right to disclose that information.It should be she who tells you about him, not me."

Grayson doesn’t like her answer.If Cillian is her problem, why would he be after Talia? He snaps.She's hiding something.

My hands shake a little as I take the pen and paper again.

"I need to know if Talia is safe.Who Is Cillian?" I write.

Just as she reads the page, there’s a knock at the door, both Gwen and I jumping to our feet.

"I-I’ll answer it," she says, pushing me back as I try to push past her.

"Stay here."

I, however, follow her to the door, ignoring her side eye glare.

This was Talia’s house and she left it in my care.I should protect The witch cautiously turns to the knob and opens the door, a young man standing on the steps.

He stands at around my height, tan skin, strong build and dark brown hair.His green eyes settle on me and narrow to slits.

"What on Earth are you doing here?"

Gwen sneers, pushing the door open and glaring at him.

"How did you find me?"

"Who’s the mutt, Gwen?" he says, never taking his eyes off me.

A murderous aura surrounds him and I can sense his wolf lurking beneath the surface, ready to tear me to pieces.He’s a silver wolf Grayson observes.

"I asked you first, Salvador.What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?" She snaps, her fists clenched at her sides.

He smirks and waves his phone at her.

"You know the great thing about having a 300 year old mate is that she hasn’t got a clue how technology works, " he laughs.

Gwen however, stares dryly at him but he keeps his cool demeanor.

"I put my watch in your bag.Now..." he says, stepping closer so that he stands only an inch away from her.

"Who's the mutt?"

"I just met him," she says coldly.

"Why? You jealous?" she sneers.

He looks me up and down and smiles with satisfaction at her, leaning his face down so that his lips hover over hers.

Asshole...

Grayson grumbles.I can hear her heart pound in her chest as he gently pecks her lips.

The witch visibly blushes and pushes him away, the wolf laughing at her reaction.

"Goddess, I can’t stand you, Salvador," she mutters, the wolf grinning from ear to ear.

"And yet your heart races for me," he sighs, taking her hand and interlocking her fingers with his.

"So..You going to let me in or do you want another kiss?"

"Stupid wolf," she mutters to herself.

"Can’t believe you followed me after I told you to leave me alone!"

"Over my dead body," he growls, pulling her to his chest.

"If he finds you..."

"I can handle this on my -"

Before she can finish her sentence, the wolf named Salvador crashes his lips onto hers, holding her face in a breathless kiss.

Embarrassed by their interaction, I turn my gaze and examine the wall, inspecting the little crevices on its surface.

That’s a uh..That’s a sturdy wall we got here ,I think to myself.

Very sturdy...uh..Very clean...

"Do you understand now why I can’t leave you,"

Salvador murmurs as he pulls away from the witch, her body trembling in his arms.my arms, to kiss her passionately, leaving her speechless.

But it seems my time had not yet come and I could only hope one day she would fall for me.