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.

will be a wolf e-even great-er than

back into his chair, resting his head

he hisses, watching the steam

I look up to see Talia walking towards us, her

heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere sight

look! We made

raises an eyebrow at

on the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly

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

beams at her, poking his finger into a pool

bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and

taking the plate and throwing the

asks me, the soft

on the counter and

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

“Taste it,”

me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize

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

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

the exchange, sparks tingling

pulls her

coughs to clear her

with

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

them whisk the wet ingredient

sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling

failure collide in my

and I shove him away to the recess of my

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

blankly at Talia and Kota,

Kota

time!” he

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

arms around it as he pushes the broom in a

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

“It’s okay Kota,”

the broom from

“I’ll sweep.”

hide my trembling hands behind my back and remain in

okay, Zane,” Kota says, tugging

“Accidents happen.”

my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she’s right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and she stops, a look of

your hair,” she whispers, carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at her, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment

tips of her toes and kisses me on the nose, resting her head against

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

stop trembling with her soothing touch and my

suddenly as she touched me, Talia pulls her hand

flour,” she whispers, her own heart pounding

you’ll find the

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

her way to the table and I proudly serve

getting along

back,

asks, raising

me relentlessly with her kissing signs and

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

doing?” he asks,

speaking with her hands,” Talia replies, holding up her

this.” She spells out his name

asks, attempting to replicate her signs but

KOTA,” Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his

T, A. See? KOTA,”

but very quickly forgets

Agnes say?” he asks his

don’t know,” Talia shrugs, my

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

at her, shoving a large

her eyes suspiciously at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack house to take care of baby

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

particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for some fun

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie

a bag of multicolored balloons

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

fix that.” She grabs five packs of the balloons and

***Natalia***

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

make our way down to the kitchen where I find Zane hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few

at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly

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