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.

a wolf e-even

me another howl and settles back into his

hisses, watching the

look up to see Talia walking towards

her sleepy state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart

look! We

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

hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the

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

beams at her, poking his finger into a pool of syrup and licking

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

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

asks me, the soft smile

to the white powder in a jar sitting on the counter and she

up as she bursts into laughter, the sound

“Taste it,”

choke on my own cough

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

measuring out the proper amount of

fingers touch in the exchange,

up on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand

she coughs to

with the milk and

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

whisk the

shake as I sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious

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

forget the salt, Grayson teases, and I shove him away to the

over my

stare blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid to move

Zane,” Kota gasps,

time!”

chair and scurries

both arms around it as

tyke only spreads the flour

“It’s okay Kota,”

chirps, taking the broom

“I’ll sweep.”

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

Zane,” Kota says, tugging at

“Accidents happen.”

over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she’s right in front of me

up, another cloud

stands on the tips of her toes and kisses me on the nose,

with me,” she 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

with her soothing touch and

she touched me, Talia pulls her hand away and smiles

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

trust you’ll find

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

her way to the table and I proudly

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

back,

asks, raising an eyebrow at

teasing me relentlessly with

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

is Agnes doing?” he asks, micking

replies,

out

did you say?” Kota asks, attempting to replicate her signs

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

O, T, A. See? KOTA,”

very quickly forgets how

say?” he asks his

shrugs, my face

fingers and bringing her hands together so

shake my head at her, shoving a

narrows her eyes suspiciously at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me

working at the clinic, leaving the three of

suggests we go outside

where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen for

multicolored balloons attached

never played with water balloons before,” she laughs, her smile

She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register,

***Natalia***

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

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

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

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