The Silent Alpha

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 e-even

another howl and settles back into his chair, resting his

the

and I look up to see Talia walking towards us, her arms stretching out tiredly as she

looks incredibly beautiful, my heart

look! We made

over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at

and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron before

it on a plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at

poking his finger into a pool of syrup and

small smile curls on Talia's lips and she timidly takes 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

is an interesting taste," she gags, taking the

umm...What sugar did you use?" She asks me, the

white powder in a jar sitting on the counter

the sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh

"Taste it,"

taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own

join her.I throw

teases, measuring out the proper amount of sugar

in the exchange, sparks

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

coughs to clear her

help me with the milk

him on the chair for

of them whisk the wet ingredient together, Talia

as I sift the flour and baking

collide in my head, making

shove

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

and

Zane," Kota gasps,

up time!" he

climbs out of his chair and scurries

struggles to maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he pushes

only spreads the flour all over

"It’s okay Kota,"

taking the broom

"I'll sweep."

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

Kota says, tugging

"Accidents happen."

my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she's right in front of

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

on the

with me," 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,

trembling with her soothing touch and

suddenly as she touched me, Talia pulls her hand away and smiles nervously

some more flour," she whispers, her own heart pounding in

you'll find

red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily

her way to the table and

you and Talia are getting along much better,"she signs,yet?" she chuckles, "Stop

back, groaning

okay?" Talia asks, raising

teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

for me, Talia doesn’t seem to pick up on the

Agnes doing?" he

her hands," Talia replies, holding

out

you say?" Kota asks, attempting to replicate her signs but

said KOTA," Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his

O, T, A. See? KOTA,"

his best to sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his

say?" he asks

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

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

head at her, shoving a large chunk of

best efforts to embarrass me

off today from working at the clinic, leaving the three of us with nothing to

particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for

to the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some

a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks

before," she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes

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 play with water.I don't have a bathing suit so I opt for a pair of shorts, a black

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

bright shade of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered,

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