The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Natalia***

My world is falling apart…

Everything t have built over the last four years is falling apart.

“Mate…” he mouths, his lips curving into a surprised smile.

“No,”

I whimper, backing away slowly as my heart pounds in my chest.

“Not again…” I try to run but my legs refuse to move, Zane’s eyes holding me hostage against the table as he walks towards me.

He raises his hand and I flinch as he gently strokes my cheek, his thumb wiping the tears I didn’t know had fallen.

The sparks…Were they always this strong? I wonder as my body shivers beneath his fingertips.

His smile widens as I lean into his hand and close my eyes to enjoy the tingling of his touch.

Jack…

Christian Hart…

Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, reject you, Natalia Vasquez as my mate and Luna…

The memory of Jack and Christian’s rejection and the pain they had caused me replays in my mind and I jerk away from Zane’s hand, afraid to be hurt again.

His eyes fill with bewilderment and sadness as I push him aside and get to my feet, eager to get as far away as possible from him.

My eyes fill with tears as I attempt to storm away “Let go of me, asshole!”

I snarl, yanking at my arm as he just stares at me in shock, his mouth hanging open but no words escaping his luscious lips.

“I said let go!” I snap, giving one last hard yank.

Zane finally let’s go but I collide into the table, spilling the glasses and their contents all over my clothes.

His cheeks flush in embarrassment, butterflies fluttering in my belly at the adorable frantic panic on his face.

Snap out of it, I scold myself, wiping down my wet clothes with my hands.

Before I know it, a pair of strong, muscular arms lift me off my feet and I yelp in surprise when I realize Zane is carrying me bridal style to the employee only area.

“Put me down!” I shriek as we make it to the backrooms, thrashing my body about viciously.

He obliges, setting me down gently on a chair.His body shaking slightly, he takes his right fist and moves it in a clockwise motion over his chest.

“Sorry.” I know very little sign language but I understand his apology and scowl at him.

“Apology not accepted, jerk,”

I huff, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him to one of the changing rooms.

Ensuring it’s completely empty, I turn to Zane and narrow my reasons that infuriate me, I feel the strange urge to comfort him.

“I know what you are,” I say through gritted teeth, my fists clenching at my sides at the thought of going through this again.

“I know you’re a wolf…and I don’t want any part of it.”

Angry tears spill onto my cheeks but I wipe them away before I proceed.

“I, Talia Ramos, reject you…” I stop mid rejection when I realize I don’t know his full name.

“What is your name?” I ask meekly, his eyes filling with relief.

He clamps his mouth shut and shakes his head once more, inching slowly towards the door.

“What is your name?” I huff, stomping my foot angrily.

“What is your rank?”

His face grows cold as he pinches his index and middle fingers against his thumb.

“No.”

“No?”

I scoff.

“What do you mean no? I don’t want a mate!”

He shrugs, pinching his fingers together again and turning the knob on the door with his other hand.

Fearing he might escape before I can complete the rejection, I lunge at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and slamming my body against his to block the door.His arms go instinctively to my waist and I begin to thrash my arms at him.

“What is your name?” I shriek, pounding my closed fists against his chest.

“Tell me!”

around so that and pins them above my head, his eyes staring down

and I force myself to focus on my heavy

a word, just stares at me, as if unsure

cold and

had been my

promised to

And he didn’t.

Zane any different? What lies would he tell me too? Zane clenches his jaw

say no and storms out of the

whisper to myself as I run to Ron’s

your name… and I will

claim my mate as I storm down the hall, but Grayson’s voice is

Talia Ramos, reject

abuse and torture for years but nothing could prepare me for the pain I

sensed her presence as I signed

began flooding my head, drumming against my

scent made the

a beacon.I searched for the scent but in a room full of hundreds

her…Talia…the most beautiful girl my eyes had ever seen …being touched by another

at me to protect her and I felt the urge to rip

and an overwhelming happiness overcame me when

did not care.She was perfect

since I was kid, I heard his deep voice whisper the word I never thought I would say:

as luck would have it, Talia

glared at me whenever I was near him.I wanted to

did not want

she wants

she’s just afraid…

door to the main venues, a blast of music nearly shredding my ear drums.

don’t know

stage where three topless strippers dance around the poles while

advice for me and

write, moving a chair and taking a

replies with a shrug as he pours

of a full blown

mate,”

“It’s Talia.”

the page in his face

“No f*****g way!”

scanning the area

knows what lam,” I

help me.She doesn’t know my name.”voice, leaning in

nod and he lets out a

s**t!” He gasps, pouring out a whiskey and handing it to

house dude.But

“Spill what?”

smiles as she rests her

my pages, quickly stuffing them in my pocket

twirling

you must

meekly smile, finishing my drink in one gulp and attempting to shrug

hint, however and instead forces her way onto

bursts into laughter at my

are you

neck.I shift uneasily in my seat, looking around to see if Talia is nearby.I do

you w**”e,”

making the

smirks and leans in close to my face, her breath brushing up against

make you nervous, do I?”

sees this? around so she can’t attempt to mount

scoffs, grabbing her

mind Jade,”

grab my pen

it over as he

he sighs as he finishes

that I’ve known Talia, I’ve never seen her date ANYONE EVER.She’ll have a

Grayson demanding to know

on

it, bud.Dakota is her three year old son.He’s her world.She lives for that little boy,”

“He’s your only competition.”

questions flutter into my mind,

knowing the father could

scent fills my nostrils and once

a bee line for the dancefloor, hoping to lose her

directions to throw her off until I pop

she’s close

out of the dancefloor however, a group of girls at a table call her

jots down the order and I take advantage to make my great escape to the upper lever where I was supposed to keep an eye on the dancers giving private

the rest of the night, keeping myself

other guards and help move around chairs and clean

back with Micah to help with cleaning up and watch helplessly as

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