The Silent Alpha Novels & Stories

A massive silver moon wolf, larger than any werewolf in the hall, stood before them all. I lifted my head. My cold, silver gaze cut through the silent crowd and locked onto a single shewolf who stood frozen in place. Then I spoke. My voice came out crisp and ethereal. It carried unquestionable authority through every corner of the hall. "Carla," I said. "Why do you not kneel before your Alpha Queen?" My words shattered the silence. Chaos ensued in the hall. "The Silver Moon Alpha Queen. It's the legendary Silver Moon Alpha Queen!" "Oh my goodness! That mute! No, I mean, she's our Alpha Queen!"

"Honestly, Dr. Quinn, your taste in men is bottom-shelf. Why waste your time? Look at the Alpha next to you—tall, lethal, and his bank account has more zeros than your ex has brain cells. Better yet, my Alpha has never even had a partner. He’s a clean slate, still—" "Do you want to be demoted to kennel duty?" The Alpha—Ronan Blackridge—didn't even look over, but he raised a boot and playfully but firmly kicked Silas in the rear. Silas gave a cheeky, fawning grin. "Just trying to turn the guy green, Alpha. Look at his face. He looks like he’s about to vomit."

he snarled, and the first bond screamed with his pain. Kellan's voice rang out across the courtyard, the alpha command rolling through the dark. "Stand down. Drop your weapons." The Silence didn't even blink. Their training held. One of them drove a blade toward Kellan's ribs, and he barely twisted aside in time. "They're immune," he shouted. "Don't waste your breath on commands."

I interrupted the silence while my eyes were on him. “Well, you just got here. It’s too early to ask such a question,” he responded, and I saw that coming. I knew I wasn’t supposed to look into his eyes because he was the Alpha, but I was used to doing that. Before he told me he was Alpha, I had gotten used to it. It might be a little difficult for me to be formal with him. His legs remained crossed, and he had his undivided attention on the television screen. The ongoing show seemed to be his favorite, but I found it boring. I couldn’t help but wonder what would have become of me if I had been sold to someone else.

"This also settles that political debt from five years ago. Consider it full compensation." I calculate quickly—refusing gives them grounds to challenge my Alpha status, accepting means having someone in my space when I've spent three years making sure I don't have to care about anyone ever again. "Why hasn't anyone else claimed her?" "Many find her... difficult. The muteness unsettles some wolves. But you understand loss, Alpha Matthias. We thought you might be more accommodating." Knox snarls. 'Manipulation. She's using our grief against us.' 'I know. But the logic is still sound.'

I closed the door behind me. Two Alphas. One room. Centuries of shadows between us. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until it was almost unbearable. At last, Duggar smiled, slow and cold. “So… the Alpha of Crimson Pack finally comes to meet the ghost of Silent Blues.” I met his gaze without blinking. “Not a ghost,” I said quietly. “But I think we both know this meeting was inevitable.” And then… silence again, the kind that spoke louder than any war horn. The kind that promised only blood or truth would break it.

But I did. Outside the window the dark road moved past and ahead of us somewhere the territory waited with its walls and its pack and its four thousand wolves who all felt the incomplete bond the same way their Alpha felt it and had been feeling it since the night of Presentation when their king said three words and a girl nodded and walked out. My wrist pulsed once. Warm and steady. Lyra agreeing with something, though I could not have said what. END OF CHAPTER 12

"I can't reach him again. Not after that moment. He's gone back to being silent." The room fell silent. Angela went completely still. The color drained straight out of her face. "That's..." she whispered, her voice barely a sound. "I have never heard of an alpha beast going silent. Not ever. Except on an occasion where the host is sick. Where the person is sick and about to lose their life. That's... that's like the only time."

I always rolled my eyes and turned my head the other way. Sitting here, staring at Prior’s steely eyes, there’s no joke. There’s no lie. And when I glance down at the contract, I see the Alpha’s name, and the word Silent. An offering...for me to become one. “What does being a Silent entail?” I ask. My voice is hoarse, so I clear my throat. The sound rings loudly, shocking me into a freezing reality. What have I gotten into?

She seems set in her ways, however, as I listen in on their conversation, willing some strength into her backbone. “You are going to answer the questions that I ask,” Faye says firmly. I watch Guards pass by my cell door, all ready to assist their Alpha in binding Cal to the wall. He would be foolish to resist, although he’s never struck me as a smart man. Cunning, perhaps. Intelligent, that’s another story. “Alpha you have gotten this all wrong,” Cal pleads. “That Silent has manipulated you, me. I’m not the bad one here, he is.”