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.

y-you will be a wolf

settles back into

hisses, watching the steam rise from the

make their way down the stairs and I look up to see

incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the

look! We made

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

the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot

plate in front of Kota who

her, poking his finger

bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste from

is an interesting taste,” she gags, taking the

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

jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her finger

as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How

“Taste it,”

the sugar and nearly choke on

Kota and I join her.I throw out the

this again,” she teases, measuring out the proper

exchange, sparks tingling up

Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand away to tuck some hair

to clear her

me with

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

the wet ingredient together, Talia

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

thoughts of failure collide in my head,

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

for the jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of

blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid

oh, Zane,” Kota gasps, breaking

time!”

and scurries into the closet to grab a

handle, wrapping both arms around it as he

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

“It’s okay Kota,”

chirps, taking the

“I’ll sweep.”

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

says,

“Accidents happen.”

on my face 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 sadness

carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling

tips of her toes and kisses me on the nose, resting her head against my forehead.She’s not Dad,

tingling up my arm when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over

stop trembling with her soothing touch and

suddenly as she touched me, Talia pulls her hand away and smiles

get you some more flour,” she whispers, her own

find the

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

to the table and

along much better,”she signs,yet?” she chuckles, “Stop

back, groaning

asks, raising an eyebrow at me

relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

on the meaning, but

Agnes doing?” he

Talia replies, holding up her hands

this.” She spells out his name for

attempting to replicate her signs but

his hands and folding

A.

very quickly forgets how to fold

did Agnes say?” he asks

Talia shrugs, my face turning

does this mean?” She asks, pinching her fingers and

at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into

efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the

today from working at the clinic, leaving the three of us with

hot day so Talia suggests we

drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some

me staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in

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

grabs five packs of the

***Natalia***

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

t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I

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

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