The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Red Water 

***Zanet** 

After Talia’s former Gamma called last night, Talia went into a frantic terror, shaking violently with both rage and fear that her ex-mate was trying to locate our son.

 

It was not until I brought Kota in to stay with us for the night that she finally calmed down enough to go to sleep.

 

Grayson, however, was too enraged to stay quiet, so I let him out to patrol around the house while our mate and pup slept soundly.

 

Now as the dawn breaks over the horizon, I shift into my human form, changing into a pair of shorts and stumbling back into the room.

 

“Tell Christian he can go to hell.My son already has a Dad and I have an Alpha who I am going to love.I am going to love him and I am going to be happy because after all these years spent being angry and full of hatred, I deserve to have my happily ever after,”

 

Talia snarls into the phone before hanging up and huffing loudly to herself.She looks up to see me standing in the doorway, her cheeks heating up as she curls back up in bed with our sleeping pup.

 

I don’t know what to say as a kaleidoscope of butterflies flutters about from my stomach to my head.

 

 

 

Talia pats the empty space beside her, coaxing me to come to bed with her as she pulls the covers open for me.I crawl into bed, She interlocks our hands and brings them to her lips, kissing my knuckles gently as she speaks.

 

“Christian wants to make me his Luna and take Kota as his next heir,” she murmurs, her other hand brushing away Kota’s hair from his face.

 

A low growl rumbles through my chest, Talia chuckling softly to herself at Grayson’s possessiveness.

 

“And it appears my sister ended up in a coma after attempting to turn,” she sighs.

 

I rest my chin on her shoulder and pull her closer to my chest.

 

“A-are you al-alright?” I ask, Talia shrugging to herself.

 

“I have let Vanessa and Christian control my life for several years now,” she whispers.

 

“And for a long time, I’ve been living in fear of my own heart, too afraid to let anyone else get close enough to hurt me again.It’s so much easier being alone; it’s comfortable.No one can hurt you,” https://infobagh.com/she adds with a small shrug.

 

I hold my breath as she guides my hand to her chest and presses it over her heart.

 

“Do you feel my heart racing?” she asks, the thumping of her heart drumming against the palm of my hand.

 

“y-yes.”

 

“It hasn’t done that in a long time,” she murmurs in breathy whispers.

 

“But my heart races every time I’m with you…And I realize…I never want to stop feeling that.” to live, to grow, to fight intensifying as she speaks her truth.

 

 

 

“I want to be yours, truly and completely yours,” Talia whispers, turning to look at me with tears tugging at her eyes.

 

“So I will give you my heart and my soul…even if it terrifies me.Even if I feel I’m not good enough.I’m done letting Christian and Vanessa win.I want to stop running.I want to be happy…and that starts by accepting your mark.”

 

My eyes widen in shock and I can’t help the giddy smile that stretches across my face.

 

“R-really?” I ask, Grayson wagging his tail enthusiastically.

 

What are you doing? Don’t question her, he snaps.She might change her mind!

 

“Tonight,” she murmurs.

 

“Mark me tonight.”

 

I lock eyes with her, trying to decipher if this really is what she wants or if it’s just the fear taking over again.

 

All I find in her eyes, however, is something no one but my mother has ever looked at me with: acceptance.

 

I am flawed and tainted by my past, but this perfectly imperfect human still wants me to be the father of her child and the man of her life.What more could I want?

 

“T-tonight,” I nod, a smile curling on her lips in response as I lean in for a kiss.

 

“One more thing, Zane,” Talia adds, teasing me by pulling away from my lips.

 

Aurora if we can stay in River Moon…indefinitely?” She asks, biting on her

 

 

 

I already feel right at home

 

suddenly sits up, his eyes filing with tears as he looks at

 

Talia asks, sitting up and opening her arms

 

bad wolf,” he whines, burying his

 

Lots of red water

 

She asks, turning to

 

” What red water?”

 

everywhere!” He

 

to Daddy.Why was he so mean to

 

his back as she kisses his

 

“Daddy’s okay now.See?”

 

shaking his head

 

onto the crying pup, whispering soothing words to calm

 

whisper, leaning

 

to

 

tears and hiding

 

idea pops into my head and I grab the little stuffed wolf I “W-wolfie, wo-would y-you like to go see

 

up on my redirect tactic and

 

a much lower voice, I respond to my own

 

I-I want to see

 

about y-you, Ta-Talia? Wo-would y-you like to go see the bu-butterflies with me?”

 

love to come,” she

 

you want

 

mutters,

 

b-by himself and we can g-go see the bu-butterflies,” I say in my deep

 

a great idea,” Talia adds, gently

 

teeth and get dressed and then we can go.” We both start to

 

come?”  he asks,

 

the wolf in his face and peppering

 

and I-1 will

 

and allows himself to be washed and dressed by his mother, but

 

don’t get much time to dwell on the dream as

 

made pancakes, eggs, bacon, and potatoes fills my nostrils, my mouth watering

 

 

 

in greeting Agnes, tapping on her leg to get her attention

 

all, our eyes meeting for a

 

us each a plate, and I realize she is trying to make

 

in front of me, guilt

 

made your favorite,” she

don’t need me now that she’s back

 

don’t let her sign any more nonsense, pulling

 

she remains stiff, as if unsure if she had the right to touch me after last night but when I refuse to pull away, she finally

 

she lets her pain trickle down her cheeks and I

 

asks why Agnes is crying but Talia only whisks him away and sets our breakfast out on

 

her tears and”I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I never meant to hurt you. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you

 

if

 

not angry at you,”

 

you were only doing what you thought was best.It is I who should be thanking you for all the years of your care.You were so broken and yet you chose to care for the son of the man who killed your child.You chose to be my family when I had no family left to care for me.My mother may be alive, but her presence can’t erase all the love you

 

gathering in

 

during a beating, you who washed my wounds after a long day of labor, you who taught me how to speak when I had no voice to do so.I love

 

best of her and she

 

wrap her up in my arms,

 

lead her out into the patio where we find

 

stealing my work, you cuntchops!***) murmurs, pointing to three lady bugs crawling along some

 

spot, 2 spots,

 

trails off as we all hear the sound of

 

a small tray wrapped in tinfoil visible in

 

the tray on the patio table

 

both says and signs to us,

 

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