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

another howl and settles back into his chair, resting his head on the

hisses, watching the steam rise from

and I look up to see Talia walking towards us, her arms stretching

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

look! We

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

goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot

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

poking his finger into a

swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste from her tongue buckle from

taking the plate and throwing

you use?” She asks me, the soft smile still on

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

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

“Taste it,”

towards me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke

enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar of sugar for us

measuring out the proper amount of sugar and handing

exchange, sparks tingling up my

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

to

with the milk and

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

the wet ingredient together,

and baking powder

overwhelming thoughts of failure collide in my head, making it hard to

forget the salt, Grayson teases, and I shove

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

Talia and Kota, afraid to

oh, Zane,” Kota gasps,

up time!”

chair and scurries into the closet to

maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around

spreads the flour all over the

“It’s okay Kota,”

chirps, taking the broom from

“I’ll sweep.”

trembling hands behind my back and remain in the corner,

okay, Zane,” Kota says,

“Accidents happen.”

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

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

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

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

trembling with her soothing touch and my racing heart finally

she touched me, Talia pulls

you some more flour,” she whispers,

find the sugar

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

makes her way to the table and I proudly serve

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

sign back,

asks, raising an eyebrow at

my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

pick up on the meaning, but of course, curious Kota wants to

is Agnes doing?” he asks, micking her

Talia replies, holding up her hands

this.” She spells out his

attempting to

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

O, T, A. See? KOTA,” she

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

say?” he asks his

know,” Talia shrugs, my

asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together

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

embarrass me and Agnes

working at the clinic,

suggests

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool

at a bag of multicolored balloons attached

before,” she laughs, her smile

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

***Natalia***

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 chance to play with water.I don’t

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

turns a bright shade of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly

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