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.

be a wolf

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

the steam

make their way down the stairs and I look up to see

my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere sight

We made

out of the chair and rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as

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

butter and syrup on the waffle, I place it on a plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly

at her, poking his

timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her

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

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

powder in a jar sitting on the counter and

bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh sound so

“Taste it,”

sugar and nearly choke on my own

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

the proper amount of

exchange,

Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her

to clear

help me with the milk

mother who sets him

the

as I sift the flour and baking powder together,

collide in my head, making it hard to

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

of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud of flour puffing

and

oh, Zane,” Kota gasps,

time!” he

climbs out of his chair and scurries into the closet to grab a

tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he pushes the broom in

tyke only spreads the flour

“It’s okay Kota,”

the broom from

“I’ll sweep.”

back and remain in the corner, not

Kota says, tugging at

“Accidents happen.”

force a smile on my face and look over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she’s right in front

it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at her, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment at

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

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 disgust her, but she

touch and

me, Talia pulls her hand away

she whispers, her

trust you’ll find the sugar

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

her way to the table and I proudly serve her a very

are getting along

back,

okay?” Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at

Agnes teasing me relentlessly

to pick up on the meaning, but of course,

doing?” he asks, micking her

replies, holding up her hands to

this.” She spells out

attempting to replicate her signs but

his hands and

T, A. See? KOTA,” she

his best to sign but very quickly forgets

say?”

know,” Talia shrugs, my face

She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together so they

shoving a large chunk of waffle

to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack house to

clinic,

Talia suggests

Talia purchases a

of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the seasonal toys

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

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

***Natalia***

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 tube top, and

can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice them, knowing he is very likely

at me and

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