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.

a wolf e-even

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

the steam rise from the

to see Talia walking towards us, her

her sleepy state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly

look! We made

of the chair and rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her pup in her arms, kissing his

on the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly

a plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at it and shoves the

our waffle," he beams at her, poking his finger into a

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 pressure of her

is an interesting taste," she gags, taking the plate and throwing the

you use?" She asks me, the soft smile still

point to the white powder in a jar sitting on the counter

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

"Taste it,"

the sugar and nearly choke on my own

join her.I

try this again," she teases, measuring out the proper amount

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling up my

pulls her hand away to tuck

coughs to clear

help me with the milk and

his mother who sets him on the chair for

two of them whisk the wet ingredient together, Talia

and baking powder together,

of failure collide in my head, making it hard

forget the salt, Grayson teases, and I shove him away to

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

Talia and Kota, afraid to move an

Kota gasps, breaking the

time!" he

his chair and scurries into the closet to grab a

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

helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all over the floor, making an even bigger

"It’s okay Kota,"

the broom

"I'll sweep."

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

okay, Zane," Kota says, tugging at my

"Accidents happen."

nearly jumping when I realize she's

reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I

kisses me on the nose, resting her head against my forehead.She's not Dad, Grayson sighs.She’s not

my arm when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might disgust her, but

hands stop trembling with her soothing touch and my racing heart finally calms

Talia pulls her hand away

more flour," she whispers, her own heart pounding

trust you'll find the sugar this

attempt at waffle making

the table and

are getting along much better,"she signs,yet?" she chuckles,

sign back,

asks, raising an eyebrow at

my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs and

seem to pick up on the meaning, but of course, curious Kota wants to find

Agnes doing?" he asks,

Talia replies, holding up her

She spells out

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

his hands and folding his fingers to make the

O, T, A. See? KOTA,"

sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers and

did Agnes say?"

shrugs, my face

does this mean?" She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together so

her, shoving a large chunk

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

today from working at the clinic, leaving the three of

suggests we go outside for some fun

walk down to the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool

of multicolored balloons

with water balloons before," she laughs,

have to fix that." She grabs five packs of the balloons

***Natalia*** 

at the 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

find Zane hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make

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

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