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.

will be a wolf e-even great-er

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

the steam rise

way down the stairs and I look up to see

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

look! We

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

waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron

place it on a plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at it and

poking his finger into a pool of syrup and licking it

Talia’s lips and she timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to

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

use?” She asks me, the soft

in a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her

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

“Taste it,”

the sugar and nearly choke on

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

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

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling up

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

coughs to clear her

help me with the milk and

sets him on the chair for him to see

them whisk the wet

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

collide in my head, making it hard to

and I shove him away to

over my bowl of

Talia and

Zane,” Kota gasps, breaking the

up time!” he

out of his chair and scurries

arms around it as

spreads the flour all over the

“It’s okay Kota,”

the broom from

“I’ll sweep.”

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

Kota says, tugging

“Accidents happen.”

she’s

she whispers, carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at her,

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

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 might disgust her, but she

with her soothing touch

Talia pulls her hand

you some more flour,” she whispers, her own

trust you’ll find

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

her way to the table and I proudly serve

are getting along

sign back,

okay?” Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at

nod my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly

the meaning, but of course, curious Kota

Agnes doing?” he asks, micking her

hands,” Talia replies, holding

spells out his name

you say?” Kota asks, attempting

said KOTA,” Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to make the four

A. See? KOTA,” she

but very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers

did Agnes say?” he asks

know,” Talia shrugs, my face turning

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

head at her, shoving a large chunk

narrows her eyes suspiciously at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack house to take

off today from working at the clinic, leaving the three

hot day so Talia suggests we go outside

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a

a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black

me you’ve never played with water balloons before,” she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes

of the

***Natalia***

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 have a bathing

Zane hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make

a bright shade of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly

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