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 great-er than

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

watching the

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

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

We made

an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she

hurriedly remove

it on a plate in front of

taste 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

gags, taking the plate and

use?" She asks me, the

on

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

"Taste it,"

the sugar and nearly choke

enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia

again," she teases, measuring out the

the exchange,

as she pulls

she coughs to clear

help me with the milk and

over to his mother who sets him on the chair for him to see over the

them whisk the wet ingredient

flour and baking powder together, suddenly

thoughts of failure collide in my head, making

and I shove him away to the

I reach for the jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud of flour puffing

Talia and

Zane," Kota gasps, breaking the

up time!"

and scurries into the

the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he

flour all over the floor, making

"It’s okay Kota,"

the broom from

"I'll sweep."

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

says, tugging at

"Accidents happen."

when I realize she's right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and she stops, a look of

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

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

places her hand over mine, tugging me over the

touch and my

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

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

trust you'll find

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

her way to the table and I

you and Talia are getting along

back,

okay?" Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at

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

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

he

replies, holding up her

out his name

asks, attempting to replicate

KOTA," Talia replies, grabbing his hands and

T, A. See? KOTA," she

his best to sign but very quickly

did Agnes say?"

Talia shrugs, my face

her fingers and bringing her hands together so

my head at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle

despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack house to take

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

suggests we go outside for

where Talia purchases a

of multicolored balloons attached to

tell me you've never played with water balloons before,"

She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register, Kota jumping

***Natalia*** 

dress him in a pair of shorts and flip flops, Kota very excited for a chance to play with water.I don't

white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs

shade of red when he looks at me and he

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