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 wolf

and settles back into his chair,

hisses, watching the steam rise

stairs and I look up to

incredibly beautiful, my heart

look! We made

and rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity

timer on the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron before it

I place it on a plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at it

taste our waffle,” he beams at her, poking his finger into a

smile curls on Talia’s lips and she timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste from her tongue buckle

she gags, taking

asks me, the soft smile still on

powder in a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her finger inside to taste

the sound making my heart soar.How could

“Taste it,”

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

I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar

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

touch in the exchange,

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

coughs to

help me with the milk and

happily skips over to his mother who sets him

of them whisk the wet ingredient together,

sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling

collide in my head, making it hard to

and I shove him away

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 gasps,

time!” he

chair and scurries into the closet

maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it

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

“It’s okay Kota,”

the broom from

“I’ll sweep.”

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

okay, Zane,” Kota says,

“Accidents happen.”

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 in her

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

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

okay 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

her soothing touch and my

she touched me, Talia pulls her

some more flour,” she whispers, her own heart

trust you’ll find the sugar

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

the table and I proudly serve her a very fluffy

Talia are getting along much better,”she

back, groaning

okay?” Talia asks, raising

relentlessly with her kissing signs and

to pick up on the meaning, but of

is Agnes doing?” he asks, micking her

Talia replies, holding

out his name

say?” Kota asks, attempting to replicate her signs

hands and folding his fingers to make the four

A. See? KOTA,”

best to sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers and

did Agnes say?” he asks

don’t know,” Talia shrugs, my face turning bright

this mean?” She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together so they

shake my head at her, shoving a large chunk

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

at the clinic,

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

Talia purchases a

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

me you’ve never played with water balloons before,” she laughs, her smile widening when she

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

***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

find Zane hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make

red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the

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