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

and settles back into his chair, resting his head

the steam rise

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

incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the

look! We

over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at

hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron before

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

at her, poking his finger into

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

is…That is an interesting taste,” she gags, taking

asks

jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her finger inside to

sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh sound so

“Taste it,”

giggles, pushing the jar towards me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize the jar of

can’t hold back her laughter, the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real

measuring out the proper amount of sugar and handing it

exchange, sparks tingling up my

on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand away to tuck some hair behind

she coughs to clear

help me with the milk and

over to his mother who sets him

of them whisk the wet ingredient

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

thoughts of failure collide in

I shove

salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl

stare blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid to move

oh, Zane,” Kota

time!”

and scurries into the closet

tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he

flour all over the

“It’s okay Kota,”

taking the broom from

“I’ll sweep.”

remain in the corner, not wanting to

says,

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

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

hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might disgust her, but she doesn’t

stop trembling with her soothing touch

me, Talia pulls her hand away and

get you some more flour,” she whispers, her own heart pounding in

you’ll find the sugar

teases me, my cheeks burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit,

and I proudly

along much better,”she signs,yet?” she

sign back,

raising an eyebrow at me

head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with

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

doing?” he

her hands,” Talia replies,

She spells out his name for

say?” Kota asks, attempting to replicate her signs but

Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to

A.

to sign but very quickly forgets how

did Agnes say?” he asks

don’t know,” Talia shrugs, my face turning

She asks, pinching her fingers and

head at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle

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

working at the clinic, leaving the three of us with nothing to

suggests we go outside for some fun with

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a

bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the seasonal toys

me you’ve never played with water balloons before,”

fix that.” She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register,

***Natalia***

a thick layer of sunscreen, his pale skin very sensitive to the sun compared to my darker complexion.I dress him in a pair of shorts and flip flops, Kota very excited for a chance to

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

looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly

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