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 great-er than

into his chair, resting his head

hisses, watching the steam rise from

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

sleepy state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere sight

look! We made

rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in

hurriedly remove

on the waffle, I place it on a plate in front of

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

swallows with great difficulty and smacks her

taste," she gags, taking the plate and throwing the waffle in the

sugar did you use?" She asks me, the

jar sitting on

laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh sound

"Taste it,"

jar towards me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on my

her laughter, the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter

out the

the exchange, sparks

pulls her hand away to tuck

to clear

with the milk

to his mother who sets him

whisk the wet ingredient

sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly

of failure collide in

shove him away to the

jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of

blankly at Talia and Kota,

Kota gasps, breaking

time!" he

climbs out of his chair and scurries into the closet to grab a

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

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

"It’s okay Kota,"

the broom from

"I'll sweep."

remain in

Kota says, tugging

"Accidents happen."

my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she's right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and she

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

on the tips of her toes and kisses me on the nose,

arm when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me

with her soothing touch and my racing heart finally

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

whispers, her own heart pounding in her

find the

me, my cheeks burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making

her way to the table and I proudly

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

back,

Talia asks, raising

relentlessly with her kissing signs

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

Agnes doing?" he asks, micking

hands," Talia replies, holding up her hands

spells out his name

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

Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to

T, A. See?

very quickly forgets how to

Agnes say?" he asks

know," Talia shrugs, my face turning

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

shake my head at her, shoving a

at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes

today from working at the clinic, leaving the three of us

particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for some

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and

balloons

with water balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening

the balloons

***Natalia*** 

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

make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice them, knowing he

when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the tangerine

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