The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Mistakes
***Zanet**

My eyes flutter open to find Natalia nestled up by my side, her head resting on my shoulder and her nose buried in my neck.She drapes her left arm over my chest while tucking her left leg over my thigh.

To my right, I feel Kota curled up under my arm, snoring lightly in his sleep as he clutches his little wolf tightly to his chest.

For a moment, I remain perfectly still, afraid the mirage would fade away if I moved.

The sparks tingling across my body from Talia’s touch, however, make me realize I’m not dreaming at all, both my mate and our pup nestled safely in my arms.

This must be what heaven feels like… I tell myself as my heart beats uncontrollably in my chest.

It feels so natural to hold them in my arms, as if they were always meant to be with me.

Kota suddenly stirs, sitting up on his knees and glancing around the room in confusion.

Messy hairs stick out from his head and his pajamas are all rumpled and crooked.

He wipes his tired eyes and looks up at me with a grin.

“I’m hungry,” he yawns, stretching out his little arms.

He lays his head on my stomach and gives me puppy eyes.

“Can we make waffles, Zane?”

I smile at him, afraid to move and disturb Talia in her sleep.

It to me and then roll her to her side to free myself from her grasp.

My heart beats frantically as she stirs before she settles into her new spot comfortably, sighing contently in her sleep.

I help Kota brush his teeth and wash his face before we head into the kitchen where I spend a couple of minutes watching videos on my phone on how to make waffles.

Kota is practically dancing on his toes with excitement as I gather ingredients for his breakfast.

“Can I help you?” he asks eagerly, picking up a whisk with a cheeky grin.

“Auntie Gwen lets me help her.Can I please help you?”

His puppy eyes make it incredibly difficult to say no and I put a chair against the counter for him to stand on before placing the mixing bowl in front of him.

I hand measuring cups filled with ingredients to Kota, the little boy happily pouring them into the bowl and repeating the measurements out loud to me.

Placing my hand over his, I guide his little hand through the motion of whisking the ingredients together until we have a nice batter.

I pull out the waffle iron, staring at the infernal contraption until I finally figure out how to turn it on.

“Can I pour?” Kota asks as we both look at the iron.

I give him a measuring cup with some batter and steady him up over the counter while he pours.

“Oopsies…” he gasps as some of the batter spills over the counter.

“I’m sorry, Zane.” a beating and a week with no visits from Mom.

The little boy hides his batter covered fingers behind his back, unsure what my reaction will be to his mistake.I never want him to be afraid of me…

“I-It’s o-kay,” I smile, closing the iron and sitting Kota on the chair.I cup his cheeks, not wanting him to feel like he is in trouble for making a mistake.

“A-a-accidents happen. We j-just ha-have to c-clean it up, o-okay?”

I hand him a towel and help him wipe the counter, high-fiving him when the mess is all gone.

As I flip the waffle iron over to cook the other side, Kota taps me on my shoulder.

“Zane,” he says timidly, looking up at me with his large blue and brown eyes.

“Are you my daddy?”

My entire body stiffens but Grayson is more than willing to respond.Say yes, he grumbles.He belongs to us just as much as Talia.He’s ours.

The question, however, can only be answered by Talia.

“I- l-like you and your m-mommy very m-much,” I reply with a nervous smile.

“B-but I don’t know what I-I am to you yet.”

“I know what you are,” He giggles.

“You’re a wolf.”

He bursts out into a howl.

“Can I be a wolf like you?” I don’t want him to be a wolf like me…

A wolf who struggles to speak, a wolf who makes too many mistakes, a wolf who will inevitably always fail.

forehead.

a wolf e-even great-er than

me another howl and settles back into his chair, resting his head

the steam rise

way down the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking towards us,

in her sleepy state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere

We

chair and rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she

waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron before it

butter and syrup on the waffle, I place it on a plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at it and shoves the plate

our waffle,” he beams at her, poking his finger into a pool of syrup and licking

lips and she timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste from her tongue

interesting taste,” she gags, taking

sugar did you use?” She asks

jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her

scrunches up as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart

“Taste it,”

nearly choke on my own cough when I realize the jar

I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar

she teases, measuring out the proper amount of sugar and handing it to

fingers touch in the exchange,

Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand

coughs to clear

with

happily skips over to his mother who sets him on the chair for him to

whisk the

baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about messing up

collide in my head, making

teases, and I shove him away to the recess of my

over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud

stare blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid to move

oh, Zane,” Kota

time!”

scurries into the closet

both arms around

spreads the flour

“It’s okay Kota,”

the broom from

“I’ll sweep.”

back and remain in the corner, not wanting to make any more

Zane,” Kota says, tugging

“Accidents happen.”

when I realize she’s right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and she stops, a look of

and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink

on the tips of her toes and kisses me on the nose, resting her head against my

places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might disgust her,

her soothing touch and my racing heart finally calms

pulls her hand away

she whispers, her own heart pounding in

you’ll find the

cheeks burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as

way to the table and I proudly serve her a very fluffy

Talia are getting along much better,”she signs,yet?” she chuckles,

back, groaning

asks, raising an eyebrow

relentlessly

pick up on the meaning, but

he asks, micking

her hands,” Talia replies,

this.” She spells out his name

say?” Kota asks, attempting to

grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to make

O, T, A.

best to sign but very quickly forgets how to fold

did Agnes say?” he

know,” Talia shrugs, my face

mean?” She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her

my head at her, shoving a large chunk of

her eyes suspiciously at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me

today from working at the clinic, leaving the three of us with

a particularly hot day so Talia suggests we

walk down to the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some

staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in

you’ve never played with water balloons before,” she laughs, her

She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register, Kota

***Natalia***

compared to my darker complexion.I dress him in a pair of shorts

find Zane hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice them, knowing he is very likely ashamed of

he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly

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