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.

y-you will be a wolf e-even great-er

into his chair, resting

the steam rise

and I look up to see Talia walking towards us,

heart

We

his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as

I hurriedly remove the hot

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

he beams at her, poking his finger into a pool of syrup

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

taking the plate and throwing the waffle in

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

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

face scrunches up as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh sound

“Taste it,”

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

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

measuring out the proper amount of sugar and handing

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling

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

coughs to

me with

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

them whisk the wet ingredient

baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about

in my head, making it

shove him away to

I reach for the jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud of flour puffing in the

stare blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid to move

Kota gasps, breaking the

up time!” he

climbs out of his chair and scurries into the closet to grab a

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

the flour all over the floor,

“It’s okay Kota,”

the broom

“I’ll sweep.”

remain in the corner, not wanting to

says, tugging

“Accidents happen.”

she’s right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and

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

kisses me on the nose, resting her head against my

with me,” she 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

soothing touch and my racing heart

suddenly as she touched me, Talia pulls her hand away and

you some more flour,” she whispers, her own

you’ll find

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

the table and I proudly serve

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

back,

asks, raising an eyebrow

my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with

up on the meaning, but of course,

Agnes doing?” he asks, micking

replies, holding up her

this.” She spells out his name for

did you say?” Kota asks, attempting to replicate her signs

his hands and

O, T, A. See? KOTA,” she

quickly

did Agnes say?” he

shrugs,

pinching her fingers and bringing

head at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into

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

today from working at the clinic, leaving the three of

Talia suggests we go outside for some

drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and

a bag of multicolored balloons attached to

never played with water balloons before,” she laughs, her smile widening

She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at

***Natalia***

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

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

looks at me and

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