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 e-even great-er than

another howl and settles back into his chair, resting

he hisses, watching the steam rise

to see Talia walking towards us, her arms stretching out tiredly as

sleepy state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the

We made

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

and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron before it

in front of Kota who

his finger

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

taste,” she gags, taking the plate and throwing the waffle in the

use?” She asks me,

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

into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh sound so

“Taste it,”

giggles, pushing the jar towards me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I

join her.I throw

the proper amount of sugar and

touch in the exchange, sparks tingling up my

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

coughs to clear her

with

mother who sets him on the chair for him to see

them whisk the wet

hands shake as I sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about

overwhelming thoughts of failure collide in my head,

the salt, Grayson teases, and I shove him

jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients,

at Talia and Kota,

oh, Zane,” Kota

time!”

climbs out of his chair and scurries into the closet

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

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

“It’s okay Kota,”

the

“I’ll sweep.”

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

says,

“Accidents happen.”

she’s right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and she stops, a look of sadness

have 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

me on the nose, resting

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

touch and my racing heart finally

she touched me, Talia pulls her hand away and smiles nervously

flour,” she whispers, her

you’ll find the sugar this

third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia serves him up his

makes her way to the table and I proudly serve

see you and Talia are getting along much better,”she signs,yet?” she

back, groaning

Talia asks, raising an

my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with

seem to pick up on the meaning, but of course,

he asks, micking her

Talia replies, holding up her hands

She spells out his name

asks, attempting to replicate her

his hands and

T, A. See? KOTA,” she

but very quickly

Agnes say?” he asks his

shrugs, my face

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

head at her, shoving a large chunk of

Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack house to take care of

at the clinic, leaving the

suggests we go outside

drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie

of multicolored balloons attached to black

with water balloons before,” she laughs, her

the balloons and pays at

***Natalia***

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 flip

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

me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the

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