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 e-even

settles back into his chair, resting his

watching the steam

suddenly make their way down the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking

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

look! We

an eyebrow at me in curiosity as

I hurriedly

place it on a plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at it and shoves

at her, poking his finger into a pool of syrup and

with great difficulty and smacks her lips to

is…That is an interesting taste,” she gags, taking the plate and throwing the waffle in

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

point to the white powder in a jar sitting on the counter

sound

“Taste it,”

sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize the jar of

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

again,” she teases, measuring out the proper amount of sugar

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling

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

she coughs to

help me with the milk

his mother who sets him on

the wet ingredient

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

in my head, making it hard to

shove him

salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl

and Kota, afraid to

Zane,” Kota gasps, breaking

up time!”

and scurries into the closet to

around it as he pushes the broom in a

helpful little tyke only spreads the flour

“It’s okay Kota,”

the

“I’ll sweep.”

my trembling hands behind my back and remain in the corner,

Zane,” Kota says, tugging at

“Accidents happen.”

force a smile on 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

another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at

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

murmurs, warm 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 might disgust her, but she

her soothing touch and

as she touched me, Talia pulls her

you some more flour,” she whispers, her own

find the sugar this

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

way to the table and I proudly serve her a

Talia are getting along much

sign back,

asks, raising an eyebrow at

me relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

up on the meaning, but of course, curious

is Agnes doing?” he

replies, holding up her

She spells out his

Kota asks, attempting

said KOTA,” Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to

T, A.

best to sign but very quickly

did Agnes say?”

don’t know,” Talia shrugs,

mean?” She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together so they

at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into my

best efforts to embarrass me

working at the clinic, leaving the three of us with

particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for some fun

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a

bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the

water balloons before,” she laughs, her

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

***Natalia***

shorts and flip flops, Kota very excited for a chance to play with water.I don’t have a bathing suit so I opt for a pair of shorts, a black tube top, and some

basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but

me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping

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