The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Chapter 13: Wingman Part 1

*** Zane***

After dinner, Talia shows me around the kitchen to help me familiarize myself with the chores she expects me to complete while she’s at work.

“Plates and cups are up here,” she instructs, pointing to the top cabinet.

“Kota has his plate and cups down here.Always use his plates and cups to feed him.He will break the glass ones and hurt himself.Also, he will try to help you with the dishes.It’s just an excuse to play with the water.You can let him wash his own dishes but give them a good rinse yourself when he’s not looking,” she chuckles softly, my heart fluttering at the gentle sound.

I wish she would laugh more…I wish I could make her laugh…

“You can find all the cleaning supplies under the sink here to clean the kitchen.There’s also a supply closet in the hall with other things like bleach and floor cleaner.The closet is locked so Kota can’t get into it.Keep it locked at all times,” says, opening a small kitchen drawer to reveal the key to the closet.

She thinks for a moment, trying to figure out what other information I need.

“Oh, here’s a list of contacts!” she exclaims, rushing to the for Kota, which reminds me, “I will need to clear you to pick him up tomorrow.”

She writes a note to herself on the sheet.

“This is the extension to the clinic where I work so you can reach me, this is my phone number, and this,” she points to the last number hesitantly, as if struggling to decide if she could tell who that phone number belonged to.

“Look, you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone what I am about to tell you.” I raise an eyebrow at her and she laughs at herself.

“Oh right.You don’t talk,” she mumbles sheepishly.

“You get what I mean though so promise,” she demands.

Unable to actually give her my word that I would never tell a soul her secret, I cross my heart and she nods in approval.

“This is the number to the bookshop Gwen works at.She’s a witch,” she whispers.

“If Kota is ever hurt, you take him to her.Forget the hospital.They won’t know what to do with him.He’s not human.” The blood drains from my face.

Talia is in alliance with a witch, the mortal enemies of half werewolves? I turn to the little boy watching playing with his wolf.He’s not human?

“He’s a wolf,”Talia mutters in distaste.

“But he won’t ever become one of you.I’ll make sure of that.”

Her words sting but I ignore her comment as Grayson’s voice fills my head.So she’s had a mate before…

Grayson whispers, remembering must have not ended well for her to hate mates so much.

The thought of her being hurt by another wolf angers me.

so stupid to have given up a life time

she should return soon,” Talia says, interrupting

her with utmost respect.Am I clear?” I don’t like the idea of a witch being near her but I nod at

of the house and takes

and I hop in

to myself

at least try not to give me a murderous

shower and I walk into

through the drawers and pull out a black

and rain fills my nostrils and I hear a gasp from behind me.I turn immediately to find Talia staring at

my manhood, tripping over the towel and crashing onto the bed

that courses around my thighs,

away from the door, muttering an apology as she scrambles out

idiocy,

are such a

the bed, unable to muster any strength to move, every

had likely seen the scars on my

disgusted by them? Grayson stops his

I don’t know.

not skip out on work even if I felt like fainting.I finish dressing and after a useless pep talk from Grayson, I slowly make my way towards

voice soft as a

relief that she doesn’t bring up my scars and nod,

work, Talia does not spare me a glance so I

for you to say,”

to murder you.” Agnes kisses my

her temple and running out of the house to Micah’s

Masque is uneventful, only a handful of drunk clients

me a dance as a thanks for

had made it clear I could not speak to other women and I would not disrespect her wishes, no matter how challenging they were in my line of work.She, Kota, and Agnes came

the clock strikes four am and I hurriedly clock

house and

in the past 36 hours, every

share the bed with her, I sigh.Are

him, recalling all the names my father spewed

all

what do you suggest, mutt?

to please her.This is HER home

share with

you have some say here too.I still don’t understand

says, instructing me to write a note for his plan.With the note in my shaking hands, I quietly sneak into the bedroom, finding the

a chance,