The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

63. The Treehouse
***Agnes***
smell his scent nearby, my wolf impatiently wagging her tail for him to come inside the house and speak to us. But after finding out
who he is to me, I do not wish to see him anytime soon.
There’s a tap on my shoulder and I turn to find Zane watching me closely, his hair still wet from his shower.
“What’s on your mind?” he signs.
I try to brush him off but he insists.
“You’ve been stirring the steak sauce with the stove off for 10 minutes now,” he argues with a soft smile. “What’s wrong?”
“How is Talia handling her wolf and mark? Don’t think I didn’t see it,” I tease him, changing the subject.
Zane blushes and timidly hides his red face from me, likely mumbling something under his breath. He turns back to me when he
calms his blush down.
“Whatever it is that’s bothering you, you can tell me,” Zane signs. “I still have time for you.”
For a brief moment, my heart feels full but I cannot be selfish with his love. His mate and his pup should be his priority.
“Take care of your family and I will be okay,” I smile, Zane’s eyes growing sad.
“But you are my family,” He retorts. “I can take care of you too.”
His words overwhelm my heart but I know he will not let this go until he is sure I am okay.
“I’ll tell you when I am ready. I’m just not ready right now.”
My reply seems to upset him but as always, he respects my wishes and drops the matter entirely, instead taking the saucepan from
my hands and helping me set the table.
I feel the floors vibrate beneath my feet as Dakota stomps down the hall. He’s started to stomp more around me to make his
presence known or catch my attention and it makes me so happy he cares enough to do that.
As I reach for the dinner plates, I feel Dakota pull at my pant leg. When I look down at him, he signs the word ‘help’and holds out his
little hands for me to give him the plates. They are much too heavy for him so I give him his own plastic plate and cup to carry to the table
and he happily trots along and places them at the head of the table.
No one seems to have the heart to tell him that’s Zane’s place and so the little boy claims the seat. Talia and Rionna help me bring
the food to the table and as we all settle at our seats, Tylen appears down the hall. I freeze upon seeing him, unsure if I should run and
hide or pretend my heart isn’t racing now that he’s so close.
He’s much more handsome than I last remember, his brown eyes containing speckles of amber and emerald when the light hits
them. His dark hair, which is longer at the top and shorter on the sides, is messily combed upwards with a few stubborn strands hanging
over his forehead. His clean shaven jaw is sharp and a pair of thick brows frame his large eyes that look directly at me. He wears a black t-shirt, his arm tattoos on full display.

“I invited Tylen for dinner,” Rionna explains. “I hope that’s alright. He just needs his space from his father right now.”
I force a smile on my face and silently nod as Tylen slides into the seat directly across from me. He signs hello but I pretend I don’t see
him and pour myself a glass of wine instead.
Dinner chat quickly begins, Zane signing the entire conversation for my benefit.
“So Tylen…tell us about yourself…” Talia asks, Zane giving her a look of misery. “Do you have a mate?”
Tylen steals a glance at me and turns back to Talia.
“I’ve met her…but she doesn’t trust me,” Tylen replies both audibly and in sign. “I can’t say I blame her.”
“You met your mate and didn’t tell me?” Rionna glares at Tylen, hurt flickering in her eyes. “How could you?”
“It’s not for me to tell, ”Tylen argues. “I am respecting her privacy.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t trust my mate in the beginning either,” Talia says as she pours juice for Kota. “I refused to let
him in but he slowly tore down my walls and gave me his heart,” she adds with a smile. “Whoever your mate is, don’t give up on her. She
might just be afraid of her own feelings. Give her time and patience and you’ll find a way to show her you’re worth opening up to.”
Tylen eyes the necklace on my neck and I ignore him once more, concentrating on cutting my steak.
The silence which has always been my refuge is now uncomfortable and I find myself drowning in my memories. I miss my Damon
and my Archie every day and that fact will never change, no matter who forces their way into my life.
Not wanting to go down the painful road of my past, I look up again and find a new conversation taking place, Zane still translating
for my sake. From the corner of my eye, I notice Tylen translating as well, the kind gesture filling me with a warm fuzzy feeling,
“I hear my father has offered you his pack, Zane,” Tylen signs, Talia sitting up straighter to give him her undivided attention. “I
assume you have questions.”
“Yes, I’d like to know why an Alpha would give up his pack?” Talia explains. “I’ve never met an Alpha, or wolf, to be honest, who
would, so why would you?”
Tylen does not answer right away, taking his time to formulate an answer.
“I’ve been on a battlefield from the time I could shift,”Tylen finally responds. “All my wolf and I have ever known is war. I live it, I
dream it, I breathe it. It’s in my veins. Even my gift makes me a weapon of destruction. Rionna tried her best to keep me off the battlefield
but my sense of duty always dragged me into battle. I had to be a warrior for my pack because that’s what they needed me to be. A
soldier who could kill a man today and not lose an ounce of sleep over it. That’s what I became…and that frightens me. I fight because I
have to….but I fear the day I fight because I want to. That’s not a good leader. That’s a monster in the making. My pack may need a
ruthless soldier now, but it will not need another ruthless Alpha later on. You may think it selfish for me to choose to abstain from my position when there is no heir left to take the title, but I think I’ve earned the right to walk away after all my years of service. My pack deserves a good Alpha…and unfortunately that is not wholam.”
“That’s very mature of you,” Talia replies. “It takes a true Alpha to realize his or her own limitations and I admire your courage to step
away and create your own destiny.”
Tylen’s eyes meet mine one more time, loneliness and fear darkening them and he looks away before anyone else notices.
“Will Zane be accepting my father’s proposal?” Tylen asks when there are no more questions for him.
“I don’t know,” Zane signs. “How do I know I can trust him?”
Tylen and Rionna exchange glances and it appears they share a few words via mindlink before Tylen has an answer.
“My father is…complicated,” Tylan signs. “And while I have not forgiven him for what he did to Rionna and I…I am trying to
understand him. He lost everything because of this war, his mate, his best friend, his throne. I imagine he feared losing everything again
and kept Rionna’s past a secret for that reason, but he makes it very difficult to trust him sometimes. I don’t know. I can’t think of a
reason for him to lie but I also wouldn’t put it past him to hide his true motive and have something up his sleeve.”
He settles back in his seat with a shrug, but it seems the entire situation has left him unsettled. My wolf, Cynthia, becomes restless as
she senses Tylen’s turmoil and I struggle to restrain her.
“Excuse me,” I sign, quickly getting up to leave.
In desperate need of some peace and quiet, I take a walk outside with no destination in mind. My thoughts begin to race and I break
into a sprint as I try to outrun them. Not long into my run, I stumble into a clearing and find a large tree house perched atop a majestic
oak tree. It has a wrap around deck and steps built into the trunk for easy access to the house. A tire swing hangs from one of the tree’s
sturdy branches and I carefully climb onto it, swinging my legs to and fro while inhaling the fresh air to soothe my turbulent mind.
Thave not felt butterflies in my belly since Damon stole a kiss from me the day he went off to war. I was so angry at him for leaving
that I refused to kiss him back. It’s been 20 vears and I have still not forgiven myself. Had I only known it would be last time I’d see him,
would have savored his last kiss and told him how much I loved being his Aggy.
Now it seems the universe is mocking my pain, sending my son off to the same war that took my family and mating me to the son of the man who started it all.
edge of the clearing, his eyes following me when I jump off the swing onto my feet.
“This is a nice little space, isn’t it?” He signs, taking two steps into the clearing while I take two steps back and nearly bump into the
tree trunk. Seeing my reaction he stops moving but continues speaking. “I found it the day you left me.”