The Silent Alpha (Natalia)

Read The Silent Alpha by Stephanie Light Chapter 95 – Epilogue 2

***Natalia***

“Mommy, can I sleep with you?” Kota hisses in the dark, his voice waking me up.

I blink a few times until I find him standing at my bedside, clutching his little wolf to his chest. His large eyes are swollen from crying and there‘s a genuine look of fear in his eyes as he looks at me. I shove Zane over and open up the covers to let him curl up beside me.

Zane rolls over in confusion and upon seeing the frightened pup, quickly makes room for Kota.

“Oh, my baby. Did you have another nightmare?” I ask, Kota nodding his head and hiding his face in my neck.

Zane and I exchange looks and I see the anger burning in his eyes. Ever since Christian took him, Kota‘s been having night terrors on and off. He has trouble sleeping on his own most nights, afraid a bad wolf will come and take him away again. It frustrates Zane to see his son so afraid of being alone.

“It‘s okay, Kota,” I murmur, kissing his forehead while Zane gently pets his hair and scratches his back. “You‘re safe with me and daddy. The bad wolf can‘t take you away from me anymore.”

Kota doesn‘t seem to believe me, and I gently stroke his nose with my finger. “You can close your eyes around me, mi amor. I‘ll protect you while you sleep.”

The baby monitor goes off and Zane rushes to the nursery to soothe Sequoia.

I turn on the bedside lamp so Kota can feel better about the dark, and notice the dreamcatcher hanging above the bed. Reaching for it, I pluck the dreamcatcher off the wall and show it to Kota.

“This is a dreamcatcher,” I whisper, Kota staring at the small contraption. “Aunty Gwen blessed it so all the bad dreams get caught in this little web here,” I explain, gesturing to the intricate web of strings and beads. “And all of the good dreams pass through here,” I add, pointing to the small hoop in the center.“ You won‘t have any nightmares here tonight, and tomorrow I‘ll have Aunty Gwen make you one for your room, okay?”

He nuzzles up to my chest, poking my cheeks and playing with the fabric of my nightgown. “Okay,” He whispers, giving his little wolf a squeeze. Zane returns with Sequoia in his arms and gently tucks her into her crib in our room.

murmurs, crawling back into bed. “G–o

up at me and in a frightened voice asks,

***Alexander (Zane‘s Grandfather)***

a sip of my morning tea, his pleas for mercy quickly boring me. I look at Marco, my right-hand

single silver bullet.

I rise to my feet, Marco

a visitor, Alpha,” Marcos informs

from America,” he chuckles.

clean up my pathetic son‘s

to myself, my old bones too tired to deal with that whiny

and takes me to

connection with Onyx Stone, I left the United States to live a quiet life in the Italian countryside. Of course, I was never built for a quiet life and my connections helped me gain the notoriety! needed to become a member of the Italian Werewolf Council. Under my command, packs rise and fall as I see fit

the other car doing the same until I see Sara‘s bitter face hidden behind some sunglasses

how you are doing, but I don‘t particularly care,” I sigh, Sara‘s lips pursing in anger.“ Speak quickly.

a sense of relief washing over

is now in charge of my

tear rolling down her cheek. “Your stuttering grandson killed

at this revelation. “That fool still exists?” I mumble, wondering how Sebastian could have kept his other heir

a complete

through him. Caine‘s death is a tragedy that could have been avoided had he simply been strong

in cold

what‘s his,” I snarl back. “My condolences for you son, but him losing his title to Zane is not my problem. You may