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

settles back into his chair, resting his

he hisses, watching the steam rise

look up to see Talia

incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly

We

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

on the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron before

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

her, poking his finger into a

timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste

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

She asks me,

on the counter and she sticks her finger inside

into laughter, the sound making my heart

"Taste it,"

pushing the jar towards me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize the jar of sugar

can't hold back her laughter, the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia

this again," she teases, measuring out the proper amount of sugar and handing it

exchange, sparks tingling up

cheeks as she pulls

coughs to clear

me with

to his mother who sets him on the chair

of them whisk the wet ingredient

I sift the flour and baking powder

overwhelming thoughts of failure collide in my head,

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

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

and Kota,

Zane," Kota gasps, breaking the

time!"

his chair and scurries into the closet

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

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

"It’s okay Kota,"

chirps, taking the broom from

"I'll sweep."

trembling hands behind my back and remain

Kota says, tugging

"Accidents happen."

jumping when I realize she's right in front of

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

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

over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might disgust her, but she doesn’t

soothing touch

touched me, Talia pulls her hand away and smiles nervously at

more flour," she whispers, her own heart pounding

you'll find the sugar this

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

her way to the table and I proudly serve her a very fluffy

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

sign back,

raising an eyebrow at

teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs

up on the meaning, but of course, curious Kota wants

he asks, micking

her hands," Talia replies, holding up her hands

this." She spells out his

Kota asks, attempting to replicate

and folding his fingers to make the four

O, T, A. See? KOTA,"

best to sign but very quickly forgets how to

did Agnes say?" he

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

this mean?" She asks, pinching her fingers and

shoving a large

breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and

at the clinic, leaving the three

so Talia suggests we go

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

staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached

never played with water balloons before," she laughs,

the balloons and pays at the register, Kota

***Natalia*** 

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

down to the kitchen where I find Zane hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on

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

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