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

another howl and settles back into his

hisses, watching the

up to see Talia walking towards us, her arms stretching out

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

look! We

raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her pup in her arms,

the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the

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

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

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

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

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

a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks

the sound making my

“Taste it,”

me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize the jar of sugar

hold back her laughter, the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar of sugar for us to

again,” she teases, measuring out the proper

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling

she pulls her hand away to tuck some hair behind her

she coughs to clear her

help me with the milk

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

whisk the wet

baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about messing up

of failure collide in my head, making it hard to

I shove

salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl

at Talia and Kota, afraid to move

oh, Zane,” Kota gasps,

time!” he

and scurries into

struggles to maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around

flour all over the floor, making an even

“It’s okay Kota,”

chirps, taking the

“I’ll sweep.”

trembling hands behind my back and remain in the corner,

Kota says, tugging at my

“Accidents happen.”

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

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

and kisses me on the nose, resting her head against my

places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might

hands stop trembling with her soothing touch and my racing

she touched me, Talia pulls her

flour,” she whispers,

you’ll find

third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia serves

table and I proudly serve her a

you and Talia are getting along much

back,

okay?” Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at

teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs and

for me, Talia doesn’t seem to pick up on the meaning, but of course, curious Kota wants to

is Agnes doing?” he asks,

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

spells out his name for

you say?” Kota asks, attempting to

Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to

O, T, A. See?

his best to sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers

Agnes say?”

don’t know,” Talia shrugs, my face turning bright

fingers and bringing her hands together

shake my head at her, shoving a large chunk

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

from working at the clinic, leaving the three of us

particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for some fun

drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie

me staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black

with water balloons before,” she laughs, her smile

we’ll just have to fix that.” She grabs five packs of the balloons

***Natalia***

sensitive to the sun compared to my darker complexion.I dress him in a pair of shorts and flip flops, Kota

way down to 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

at me and he becomes

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