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.

be a wolf e-even great-er

howl and settles back into his chair, resting his head

hisses, watching the

way down the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking towards us, her arms stretching out tiredly as

my heart nearly skipping a beat at the

We

squeals, climbing out of the chair and rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at

goes off and I hurriedly remove the

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

his finger

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

taking the plate and throwing the waffle

sugar did you use?” She asks me, the soft smile still on her

white powder in a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her

she bursts into laughter, the sound making my

“Taste it,”

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

make Kota and I join her.I throw out

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

in the exchange, sparks tingling up my

creeps up on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her

to clear her

help me with the milk and

him on the chair for him to see over

them whisk the

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

collide in

I shove him away to the recess of my

over my bowl of dry ingredients, a

stare blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid

Kota gasps,

up time!” he

and scurries into the closet to grab

struggles to maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he pushes the broom in

flour all over the floor, making an

“It’s okay Kota,”

the

“I’ll sweep.”

hands behind my back and remain in the corner, not wanting to make any

okay, Zane,” Kota says, tugging

“Accidents happen.”

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 she stops, a look

she whispers, carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another

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

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

stop trembling with her soothing touch and my racing heart finally

touched me, Talia pulls her hand away

she whispers, her own heart pounding

find the sugar

me, my cheeks burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia serves him up

way to the table and I proudly serve

getting along

sign back,

raising an eyebrow at me

Agnes teasing me relentlessly with

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

doing?” he

her hands,” Talia replies,

She spells out his

attempting

his hands and folding

A. See? KOTA,” she

very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers and

say?” he asks his

Talia shrugs, my face turning

She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands

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

efforts to embarrass me and

at the clinic, leaving the three

particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside

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

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

with water balloons before,” she laughs, her smile

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

***Natalia***

guest house, I coat Kota in 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 play with water.I don’t have a bathing suit so I opt for a pair

make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice them, knowing he is very likely

of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the tangerine he’s

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