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

settles back into his chair, resting his

he hisses, watching the steam rise

the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking

she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart

We

squeals, climbing out of the chair and rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her pup in her

and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron

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

his finger into a pool of syrup and

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

she gags, taking the plate

you use?” She asks me, the soft

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

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

“Taste it,”

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

her.I throw

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

touch in the exchange, sparks tingling

as she pulls her hand away to tuck some hair behind her

she coughs to

help me with the

him on the chair for him to see over

whisk the wet ingredient together, Talia

and baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about messing

thoughts of failure collide in my head, making it

I shove him away

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

Talia and Kota, afraid

Kota gasps,

time!” he

chair and scurries into the closet to grab a

around it

spreads the flour all over

“It’s okay Kota,”

the broom

“I’ll sweep.”

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

okay, Zane,” Kota says, tugging at my

“Accidents happen.”

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

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 cheeks flushing in embarrassment at my

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

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

trembling with her soothing touch and my

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

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

you’ll find

teases me, my cheeks burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit,

to the table and I proudly serve her a very fluffy

and Talia are getting along much better,”she signs,yet?” she chuckles, “Stop

back, groaning

Talia asks, raising an eyebrow

me relentlessly with her kissing

to pick up on the

is Agnes doing?” he asks,

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

spells out his name

say?” Kota asks, attempting

and

T, A. See? KOTA,” she

but very quickly forgets how to fold his

did Agnes say?” he asks his

shrugs,

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

my head at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into my

Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes

clinic, leaving the three of us with

a particularly hot day so Talia suggests we

where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some

a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks

balloons before,” she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes

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

***Natalia***

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

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

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

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