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 great-er

me another howl and settles back into his chair,

watching the steam rise from the

way down the stairs and I look up to see Talia

my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere

We made

mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her pup in her

waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the

and syrup on the waffle, I place it on a plate in front

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

sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to

an interesting taste,” she gags, taking the plate and throwing the

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

powder in a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her

the sound making my heart

“Taste it,”

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

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

this again,” she teases, measuring out the proper

the exchange, sparks tingling

she pulls her hand

she coughs to

me with the

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

of them whisk the wet

I sift the flour and baking powder

failure collide in my head, making

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

I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry

and Kota, afraid to

oh, Zane,” Kota gasps,

time!”

of his chair and scurries into the closet to grab

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

helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all

“It’s okay Kota,”

taking the

“I’ll sweep.”

hands behind my back and remain in the

says, tugging

“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

flour in 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 at my own

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

timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the

stop trembling with her soothing touch and

me, Talia pulls

flour,” she whispers, her own heart pounding in her

find the sugar this

burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making

way to the table and I proudly serve her a very

and Talia are getting along

back,

Talia asks, raising an

relentlessly with her kissing

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

he asks, micking her

replies, holding up her hands to

She spells out his

say?” Kota asks, attempting to replicate her signs but

replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to make

O, T, A. See?

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

did Agnes say?” he asks

Talia shrugs,

fingers and bringing her hands together

her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into

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

from working at the clinic, leaving the

suggests we go outside for some fun

to the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool

balloons attached to black

you’ve never played with water balloons before,” she

She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register,

***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

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 scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice them, knowing he is very likely

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

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