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 e-even great-er than

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

the steam rise

footsteps suddenly make their way down the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking towards us, her arms stretching

my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere sight

We

rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her

on the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the

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

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

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

she gags, taking the plate and

umm…What sugar did you use?” She asks me, the soft

on the counter and she sticks her finger

as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How could

“Taste it,”

the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough

Kota and I join her.I throw out

the

the exchange, sparks tingling up my

on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand away to tuck some hair behind

coughs to clear

me with the

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

two of them whisk the wet

and baking powder together, suddenly

thoughts of failure collide in my head,

I shove him away to the recess of

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

Talia and

oh, Zane,” Kota gasps, breaking the

up time!”

scurries into

tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as

the helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all

“It’s okay Kota,”

chirps, taking the broom from

“I’ll sweep.”

trembling hands behind my back and remain in the corner, not

says,

“Accidents happen.”

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

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

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

timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might disgust her, but she doesn’t

with her soothing touch and my racing

Talia pulls her hand away and

whispers, her

trust you’ll find the

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

way to the table and I

along much better,”she signs,yet?”

sign back,

okay?” Talia asks, raising an

teasing me relentlessly with

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

doing?” he asks, micking her

hands,” Talia replies, holding

this.” She spells out his name

Kota asks, attempting to replicate her signs but

hands and

A. See?

but very quickly forgets how to fold

Agnes say?”

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

fingers

a large chunk of waffle

at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main

working at the clinic, leaving the three

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

walk down to the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie

at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks

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

grabs five packs of the balloons and pays

***Natalia***

guest house, I coat Kota in 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

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

he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping

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