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

and settles back into his chair, resting his head on the

watching the steam rise from

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

heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere sight of

We made

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

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

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

waffle,” he beams at her, poking his finger into

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

taking the plate and throwing

sugar did you use?” She asks me, the soft

in a jar sitting on the counter and she

face scrunches up as she bursts into laughter, the sound

“Taste it,”

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

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

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

exchange, sparks tingling up my

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

she coughs to

with

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

them whisk the wet

sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly

failure collide in my head,

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

I accidentally knock over my

stare blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid to

Kota gasps, breaking

up time!” he

out of his chair and scurries into

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

flour all

“It’s okay Kota,”

the

“I’ll sweep.”

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

Zane,” Kota says, tugging at

“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 she stops, a look of sadness

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

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

over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my

with her soothing touch and my racing heart

Talia pulls her hand away

more flour,” she whispers, her own

you’ll find the

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

to the table and I proudly serve her

see you and Talia are getting along much

back, groaning

okay?” Talia asks, raising an eyebrow

me relentlessly with her

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

is Agnes doing?” he asks, micking her

hands,” Talia replies, holding up

this.” She spells out his name for

asks, attempting to replicate her

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

O, T, A. See?

but very quickly forgets how to fold

Agnes say?” he

shrugs,

does this mean?” She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands

shake my head at her, shoving a large chunk of

Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off

is off today from working at the clinic, leaving the three of us

Talia suggests

Talia purchases

balloons attached to black

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

the balloons and pays at the register,

***Natalia***

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

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

red when he looks at me and he becomes

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