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.

y-you will be a wolf e-even great-er

gives me another howl and settles back into

watching the steam rise from the

to

she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere

look! We made

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

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

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

his finger into a pool of syrup and licking it

she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste from her tongue buckle from

is an interesting taste,” she gags, taking the plate

use?” She asks me, the soft smile still

a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks

face scrunches up as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh sound

“Taste it,”

jar towards me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke

Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter

measuring out the proper amount of sugar and

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks

creeps up on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls

she coughs to clear her

with the milk

him on

whisk the wet ingredient

shake as I sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling very

in my head, making it hard

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

of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud of flour

Talia and Kota, afraid to move

oh, Zane,” Kota

up time!” he

climbs out of his chair and scurries into

arms around it as

tyke only spreads the flour

“It’s okay Kota,”

the broom

“I’ll sweep.”

hands behind my back and remain in the

Kota says, tugging

“Accidents happen.”

my face and look over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she’s right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and she stops, a look

up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I

on the tips of her toes and kisses me on the nose, resting her head against my forehead.She’s not Dad,

sparks tingling up my arm when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands

hands stop trembling with her soothing touch and my racing heart

touched me, Talia pulls her hand away and smiles nervously at

you some more flour,” she whispers, her

trust you’ll find

making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia serves

her way to the table and I

getting along much

sign back, groaning

asks, raising an

me relentlessly

on the meaning, but of course, curious Kota wants

is Agnes doing?” he asks, micking

Talia replies, holding up her

this.” She spells out his

attempting to replicate her

hands and folding his fingers to make

O, T, A.

quickly forgets how to fold his fingers and

say?” he asks his

don’t know,” Talia shrugs, my face

mean?” She asks, pinching her fingers and

a large chunk of waffle into my

breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off

the clinic, leaving the three of

suggests we

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and

of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the

before,” she laughs,

that.” She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register, Kota jumping excitedly

***Natalia***

complexion.I dress him in a pair of shorts and flip flops, Kota very excited for a chance to play with

shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice

turns a bright shade of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the tangerine

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