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

another howl and settles back into his chair, resting his

he hisses, watching the steam rise

the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking towards

looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a

We

his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in

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

front of Kota who smiles proudly at it and shoves the

he beams at her, poking his finger into a

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

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

did you use?” She asks me, the soft

on the counter and she sticks her finger inside to taste

sound making my heart

“Taste it,”

choke on my own

I join her.I throw out the salty batter while

this again,” she teases, measuring out the proper amount of sugar and handing it

exchange, sparks tingling

as she pulls her

to clear

with

him on the chair for him to

of them whisk the wet ingredient together, Talia

I sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling

thoughts of failure collide in my head,

and I shove him away to the

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

at Talia and

oh, Zane,” Kota gasps,

up time!” he

chair and scurries into the closet to

struggles to maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he pushes the broom

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

“It’s okay Kota,”

chirps, taking the broom from

“I’ll sweep.”

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

says,

“Accidents happen.”

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

it up, another cloud of

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

murmurs, 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

her soothing touch and my racing heart finally calms

me, Talia pulls her

you some more flour,” she whispers, her own heart pounding

you’ll find

attempt at waffle making

and I proudly serve her a

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

back,

Talia asks, raising an eyebrow

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

Talia doesn’t seem to pick up on the meaning, but

Agnes doing?” he asks,

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

this.” She spells out his name

attempting to replicate

his hands and folding his

T, A. See?

but very quickly forgets how to fold

did Agnes say?” he asks his

Talia shrugs, my face

She asks, pinching her fingers

her, shoving a

breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack house to take

is off today from working at the clinic, leaving the three of us with nothing

so Talia suggests we go outside for some

where Talia purchases a kiddie

me staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached

never played with water balloons before,” she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes I

grabs five packs of the balloons

***Natalia***

him in a pair of shorts and flip flops, Kota very excited for a chance to play with water.I don’t

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 likely ashamed of his

at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the tangerine

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