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.

y-you will be a wolf

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

watching the steam

to see Talia walking towards

incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere sight

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

and syrup on the waffle, I place it on a plate in front

at her, poking his

bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips

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

She asks me, the soft smile still on

point to the white powder in a jar sitting on the

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 actually

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

measuring out the proper amount of sugar

in the exchange,

as she pulls her hand away to tuck some hair behind

to clear

help me with the

over to his mother who sets him on the chair

the

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

in my head, making it hard

and I shove him away

over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud of

Talia and

Kota gasps, breaking the

up time!” he

climbs out of his chair and scurries into the closet

maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as

tyke only spreads the flour

“It’s okay Kota,”

taking the

“I’ll sweep.”

remain in the

says, tugging at my

“Accidents happen.”

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

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

the nose, resting her

my arm when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing

her soothing touch and my racing heart finally calms

as she touched me, Talia pulls her hand away and

more flour,” she whispers, her own heart

you’ll find

burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears

and

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

sign back, groaning

okay?” Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at

head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs

up on the meaning, but of course,

doing?” he asks, micking

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

spells out his name

attempting to replicate her

hands and folding his

T, A.

to sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his

say?”

shrugs, my

does this mean?” She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands

a large chunk of waffle

breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the

the clinic, leaving the three of us

a particularly hot day so Talia suggests we

where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen for

notices me staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the

with water balloons before,” she laughs, her

have to fix that.” She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register, Kota jumping excitedly

***Natalia***

a thick layer of sunscreen, his 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 for a chance to play with water.I don’t have a bathing suit so I opt for a pair of shorts, a black

a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend

me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the

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