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

into his chair,

hisses, watching the steam rise from

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

she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping

look! We made

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

waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle

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

at her, poking his finger into a pool

sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste from her tongue buckle from the pressure of her

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

you use?” She asks me, the soft

sitting on the counter and she sticks her

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

“Taste it,”

sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I

her laughter, the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real

try this again,” she teases, measuring out the proper

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling

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

coughs to clear her

help me with the milk and

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

two of them whisk the

baking powder together,

failure collide in my head, making

teases, and I shove him away to

knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud of flour puffing in

and Kota, afraid to

Kota gasps, breaking the

up time!”

and scurries into the

to maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around

spreads the flour all

“It’s okay Kota,”

taking the broom

“I’ll sweep.”

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

says, tugging

“Accidents happen.”

force a smile 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 in her

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

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

she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might disgust her, but she doesn’t

her soothing touch and my

she touched me, Talia pulls her

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

trust you’ll find

third attempt at waffle making finally bears

the table and I proudly

getting along much better,”she signs,yet?”

back, groaning

raising

head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her

the meaning, but of

is Agnes doing?” he asks,

Talia replies, holding up her

out his

you say?” Kota asks, attempting to

grabbing his hands and

O, T, A. See?

but very quickly forgets how to

say?” he

Talia shrugs, my face turning bright

pinching her fingers and bringing her

shake my head at her, shoving a large chunk of

Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off

the clinic, leaving the three of us with

so Talia suggests we go outside for

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases

bag of multicolored balloons

tell me you’ve never played with water balloons before,” she laughs, her

the

***Natalia***

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

basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs

looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly

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