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.

will be a wolf

settles back into his chair, resting his head

watching the steam rise from the

the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking towards us, her arms

looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat

We

to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her pup in her arms, kissing his

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

waffle, I place it on a plate in front of Kota who smiles

poking his

curls on Talia’s lips and she timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips

interesting taste,” she gags, taking the

umm…What sugar did you use?” She asks me, the soft smile still on

sitting on

bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How

“Taste it,”

nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough

contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real

measuring out the

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling

blush creeps up on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand away to tuck some

coughs to clear her

me with

him on the chair for him to

of them whisk the wet

shake as I sift the flour and baking

thoughts of failure collide in my head, making

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

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

blankly at Talia and Kota,

oh, Zane,” Kota gasps,

time!”

and scurries into the

maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it

little tyke only spreads the flour all over the floor, making an

“It’s okay Kota,”

taking the

“I’ll sweep.”

back and remain

says,

“Accidents happen.”

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

reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at her, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment at my

kisses me on the nose, resting her head against my forehead.She’s not Dad, Grayson sighs.She’s

when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I

hands stop trembling with her soothing touch and my racing

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

more flour,” she whispers, her own

you’ll find the

cheeks burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally

table and I proudly serve her a very

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

back,

asks, raising an eyebrow at

head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her

Talia doesn’t seem to pick up on the meaning, but

doing?” he asks, micking her

her hands,” Talia replies,

out his

Kota asks, attempting to

and folding his fingers to make the

O, T, A.

sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers and

Agnes say?” he

know,” Talia shrugs, my face

pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together so they

shake my head at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle

eyes suspiciously at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack house to

at the clinic, leaving the three of us with

hot day so Talia suggests

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

staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to

water balloons before,” she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes

just have to fix that.” She grabs five packs of the balloons and

***Natalia***

pale skin very sensitive to the sun compared to my darker complexion.I dress him in a pair of shorts and flip flops, Kota

plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on

shade of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly

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