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

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

watching the steam

suddenly make their way down the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking towards

state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere

We

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

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

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

our waffle,” he beams at her, poking his finger into a pool of

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

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

use?” She asks

in a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her finger

she bursts into laughter, the sound making

“Taste it,”

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

make Kota and I join her.I throw out

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

in the exchange,

blush creeps up on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls

she coughs to clear

with

happily skips over to his mother who sets him

the wet ingredient

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

of failure collide in my head, making it hard

the salt, Grayson teases, and I shove

accidentally knock over my bowl

and Kota,

Zane,” Kota gasps, breaking the

up time!” he

out of his chair and scurries into the closet

arms around it as he pushes the broom in a sweeping

only spreads the flour all over the

“It’s okay Kota,”

the

“I’ll sweep.”

trembling hands behind my back and remain in the corner,

okay, Zane,” Kota says, tugging at my

“Accidents happen.”

mate, nearly jumping when I realize she’s right in front of me hand.I

flour in your hair,” she whispers, carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour

me on the nose,

warm sparks tingling up my arm when she timidly places her hand over mine,

her soothing touch and my

Talia pulls

she whispers, her own heart pounding

you’ll find the sugar this

waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia serves him up his

her way to the table and I proudly serve her a

see you and Talia are getting along much better,”she signs,yet?” she chuckles, “Stop

back,

okay?” Talia asks, raising an

Agnes teasing me relentlessly with

seem to pick up on the meaning, but of

he asks, micking her

her hands,” Talia replies, holding

this.” She spells out his name for

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

his hands and folding his fingers to make the

T, A. See? KOTA,”

his best to sign but very quickly forgets how

say?” he

shrugs, my face turning bright

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

my head at her, shoving a large chunk

and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and

working at the clinic,

day so Talia suggests we go

Talia purchases a kiddie pool and

bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the seasonal

water balloons before,” she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes I

the balloons and

***Natalia***

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

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 likely ashamed of his

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

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