The Silent Alpha novel Chapter 95

***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.

"N-now we can all be here t-together and take care of y-you," Zane murmurs, crawling back into bed.

"G-o to sleep, buddy," he whispers.

"W-we can have w-waffles in the morning, okay?"

He gently massages Kota’s scalp to lull him to sleep when suddenly, Kota looks up at me and in a frightened voice asks, "Mommy, who’s the man with the scar?"

*** Alexander (Zane’s Grandfather)***

I watch the traitor writhe in pain as I take a sip of my morning tea, his pleas for mercy quickly boring me.I look at Marco, my right-hand man, and he draws a gun from his waist, ending the traitor’s life with a single silver bullet.

"It’s so hard to find trustworthy wolves nowadays," I sigh with annoyance as I rise to my feet, Marco grunting in agreement as several of my men begin the cleaning process.

We walk out of the warehouse, Marco opening the passenger car door for me.

"You have a visitor, Alpha," Marcos informs me as we drive back to my villa.

"She comes all the way from America," he chuckles.

"Who?" I ask, hoping I don’t have to once again clean up my pathetic son’s mess.

"Sara," Marco replies with an amused smile.

"What could that w***e want?" I grumble to myself, my old bones too tired to deal with that whiny bitch.

Marco only shrugs in response and takes me to my villa, where a car waits outside the gates.

After retiring as the Alpha of Scarlett Haven and ensuring Sebastian’s new marriage to Sara established a 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 I needed to become a member of the Italian Werewolf Council.

Under my command, packs rise and fall as I see fit and it is I who controls the trade agreements, territory distribution, and war.

This is true power, power only fit for an Alpha like me.

Marco pulls up to the vehicle and rolls down the window on my side, the other car doing the same until I see Sara’s bitter face hidden behind some sunglasses and a headscarf.