The Silent Alpha novel Chapter 40

***Grayson*** 

I have been pacing back and forth for the past hour, all of my instincts urging me to just take command and do as I please.

I don’t know where Zane gets his self control from but I am dying over here! There’s a s*x goddess lying beside us, completely naked with her n*****s staring right at me, daring me to lick them while my human is comatose with an erection.

This i***t has another thing coming if he expects me to just sit back and look! Pssst....Hey! Hiss loudly, hoping to wake Zane up.

He only mumbles incoherently and I hiss even louder.

HEEYYY! Still, Zane remains fast asleep, my patience reaching its limit.

WAKE THE f**k UP! I shout, Zane’s eyes bursting open in fright as he nearly falls off the bed.

Verysmooth, I mutter as he barely manages to grab onto the headboard in time, Talia stirring a little in her sleep at his sudden movement.

What the f**k, Gray? Zane snaps, now completely awake.

Pleased to have his full attention, I sit down on my hind legs, my tail wagging back and forth.

I’m Aorny, I reply.

Rolling his eyes at me, Zane curls back up on his side, but I am not about to pass up this opportunity.

Not after last night I take control of his body, Zane protesting almost immediately as I sit on my knees and tentatively cup one of Talia’s breasts.

What are you doing? Zane hisses nervously, shoving me back and taking control again.I want to taste her gumdrop buttons! I snap, fighting to take control.

Stop it, Zane argues when I gain semi-control of his hand and squeeze Talia’s breast.

You're going to wake her up! That's the point!I reply sarcastically.

A little moan escapes Talia’s lips, Zane groaning in horror but our c**k twitching at the sound.

"Mmmmm,."

Talia sighs, her eyes fluttering open and looking up at us.

Zane gulps nervously, unable to move his hand from her breast.

Talia lowers her gaze along his arm until she sees his hand still cupping her boob, her n*****s hardening while goosebumps rise across her skin.

A little smirk forms on her lips but she does not say a word, patiently waiting for Zane to make the next move.

Squeeze it.

Squeeze it.

Squeeze it! I chant, hoping Zane might actually grow some balls and take charge.

He remains frozen like a deer in headlights, however, his mind filling with useless thoughts of self-loathing.

As I’m about to give him the pep talk of the century, Talia places her hand over his Zane’s hand trembling slightly.

"You know..." Talia smiles up at us.

"You're allowed to take charge too.Sometimes it’s nice to feel wanted..."

I can tell Zane is blushing by the way his heart is racing and I sigh knowing last night was probably going to be the first and only time we would ever have s*x.

I just wanted a titty, I sigh, resigning myself to no s*x today.

"B-but,"

Zane stammers, slowly moving his hand up to her throat, his thumb grazing the place where we are supposed to mark her.

"H-how do I...H-ow do I-l know you w-want me-me wo"

I have to say I am impressed that he’s brought up the subject without me having to and that he’s not letting her get away before she can give us an answer.

My gaze falls upon the markless spot on her neck and I fight the urge to impose my will on her and mark her already.

"I do want you," she argues, wrapping her fingers around his wrist.

"I just don’t want to be marked.I don’t have to be marked for me to be yours.Humans don’t mark each other and it's fine-"

"B-but I am n-not a hu-human," he argues, Talia glaring up at him.

"But I am," she replies.

"And we don’t mark each other for love." prepare his argument.

Humans do mark each other for love.

They marry, they take each other’s names, they wear rings, they give each other jewelry, they get tattoos.

Hell, they even give each other hickies! Marks take many forms, ours just happens to bind our souls together, but everyone leaves a mark on the person they love, be it physical or emotional.

"Look, I know that the mark is part of your culture and I respect that," she insists.

"But why can’t we just...be together? Why can’t we just be happy to have found each other without you having to mark your territory?"

Because you are not territory I snap, unable to see how that was a hard concept to understand.

A mark is more than just a physical claim of each other.

It’s emotional...spiritual! 

"I-I am a wo-wolf, Ta-Tal-ia," Zane argues.

"N-not a h-human.M-my m-mark means so-something to me."

"So what does it mean to you?" Talia asks, her head shaking in disbelief.

She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, gently pushing Zane's hand away from her neck.

"My first mate marked me...and when I disappointed him, he took it all back.He stripped me of my title and rejected me because I couldn’t give him what he wanted...Did you know it only takes three days for a mark to fade?"

She props herself up by the elbows and wraps the sheets around her chest.

There’s a sadness in her voice as she speaks.

"It only took three days to break my soul so it could unbind itself from him....But it took me years to fit all the broken pieces back together again...only to realize some pieces are lost care about the meaning of your mark?" She asks quietly, forcing a cold smile on her face and shrugging at me.

"What difference does it make if you mark me when in the end you can just throw me away? I am a very disappointing mate and will inevitably fail to give you what you want-"

"I-I just w-want you!"

Zane snaps, his voice ragged with frustration.

"I-l just want y-you."

Talia stares at him in shock, her mouth slightly agape as if he had just said something revolutionary.

Zane’s mind quickly becomes muddled with thoughts and I try my best to calm him down.

Deep breath, hooman.

You have to tell her what a mark means to us or she will likely never back down, I explain to him, Zane’s thoughts only worsening for fear of messing up.

Why don’t you tell her instead? Zane asks nervously.

You are better with words.I'm not the one who brought it up, Imutter.

Besides, you need to learn to speak up for yourself.I can’t be the only one here with balls.

I don’t- Look at her! Isnap, Zane gazing down at our mate.

She's being so patient with you.

Trust that she will listen to you and if you have to repeat yourself, then do it.

Talk slowly if you have to, but don't pass up this opportunity to tell her how important she really is to us.Talia understands that he has more to say and does not rush him.

"I- I...ahem," he clears his throat, his hands shaking from the build up of the pressure to say something.

"I-I...I."

"Breathe,"

Talia whispers, inhaling slowly with him.

"Now let it out," she exhales.

They do this a few times until Zane’s thoughts finally slow down enough for him to process them.

His ears are bright red from embarrassment but I very quickly knock some sense into him.She had s*x with a 26 year-old virgin who can’t even masterbate properly.

We’re way past embarrassment rightnow ,I snicker.

Besides, she queefed last night.

She can handle a little stutter if we can handle a p**"*y fart.

My pep talk doesn’t seem to help but he gathers his thoughts and opens his mouth nonetheless.

"I-I ..ahem...I a-accepted a long time a-ago t-that I-I will never be g-good e-enough for my fa-father, t-that my p-pa-pack will ne-never know who-who its true Alpha is-is, t-that I will ne-never spe-speak right.My en-en-entire exist-tence has been full of ‘n-nevers’...but I re-refuse to let you be an-an-another ne-ver in my li-fe.For as l-long as I can re-remember, I have been f-fo-forced to hide eve-ry p-part of who I am.My n-name, my ti-title, my w-wolf, my po-powers, my every-thing! But I wi-will not hide y-you only pa-part of m-me that I w-want to show the w-world.Mar-Marking you is n-not about own-owning you or us-using you until you are no l-longer useful to me.It-It’s about sh-showing the rest of the w-world that I ha-have someone to li-live for, someone to lo-love for the rest of my li-life, someone to ch-cherish and pr-pro-protect from all the e-evils in the w-world, someone to sp-spend my eter-nity with."

He takes a moment to catch his breath, Talia slowly absorbing this information.

You're doing great, I encourage him.

Keep going...

"I-l don’t w-want to hide another p-part of myself because y-you, K-kota and my mom are the only beau-beautiful things in my life.I am n-not asking to ma-mark you now.I am si-simply asking for a ch-chance, a small ray of ho-hope that some-day in the fu-future, you will b-bear my ma-mark.I-Ij-just want a ch-chance.J-just one to sh-show you t-that I am n-not HIM."

He looks at her sternly and repeats himself.

"Be-because I am n-not HIM."

Talia turns her head to the side, avoiding his gaze to think over his words when a knock at the door startles us.

"Good morning Mommy,"

Kota chirps on the other side of the door.

"Uh-oh Mommy.The door is locked!" he gasps as he tries to turn the knob.

"Are you still playing horsey? Can I play with you too?"

Horsey? I cackle.