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

and settles back into his chair, resting his head

watching the steam rise from

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

in her sleepy state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at

We made

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

hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron before it

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

his finger into a pool of syrup and licking

sinking when she swallows with

gags, taking the plate and throwing the waffle in

you use?” She asks

sitting on the counter and she sticks her

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

“Taste it,”

nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when

to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar of sugar for us to

measuring out the proper amount of sugar and

in the exchange, sparks tingling up my

creeps up on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls

coughs to clear her

me with the

over to his mother who sets him on the chair for him

two of them whisk the wet ingredient

baking powder

collide in my

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

accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a

blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid

oh, Zane,” Kota gasps, breaking

time!”

chair and scurries

the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he pushes the broom in a

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

“It’s okay Kota,”

chirps, taking the broom

“I’ll sweep.”

hide my trembling hands behind my back and remain in the corner, not

Zane,” Kota says,

“Accidents happen.”

and look over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she’s right in

and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I

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

she murmurs, warm sparks tingling up my arm when she timidly places her hand over mine,

stop trembling with her soothing touch

touched me, Talia pulls her hand

whispers, her own heart pounding in

find the sugar

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

and I proudly serve her a

and Talia are getting along

back,

okay?” Talia asks, raising an

me relentlessly with

doesn’t seem to pick up on the meaning, but of course, curious Kota

Agnes doing?” he asks,

her hands,” Talia replies, holding

She spells out his

you say?” Kota asks, attempting to replicate her

Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to make the

T, A. See? KOTA,”

his best to sign but very quickly forgets

Agnes say?” he

Talia shrugs, my

asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together so they

shoving a large

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

from working at the clinic,

Talia suggests we go outside for

walk down to the pack drugstore where Talia

a bag of multicolored balloons attached

played with water balloons before,” she laughs, her

She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the

***Natalia***

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

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

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

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