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

gives me another howl and settles back into his chair, resting

he hisses, watching the steam rise from

I look up to see Talia walking towards us,

heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere sight

We

squeals, climbing out of the chair and rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at

and I hurriedly remove the

it on a plate in front

at her, poking his finger into a pool of syrup and licking it

a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks

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

use?" She asks me, the soft smile

jar sitting on the counter and she

face scrunches up as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh

"Taste it,"

the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize the jar of sugar

the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar of

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

exchange,

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

she coughs to clear her

with the milk

happily skips over to his mother who sets him on the chair for

the wet ingredient together, Talia

and baking

in my head, making it

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

for the jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of

at Talia and Kota, afraid to move an

Zane," Kota gasps, breaking the

up time!"

chair and scurries into the closet

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

the flour all

"It’s okay Kota,"

taking the broom from

"I'll sweep."

remain in the

Kota says,

"Accidents happen."

smile on my face and look over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she's

whispers, 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 my

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

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 she doesn’t

her soothing touch and my

touched me, Talia pulls

some more flour," she whispers, her own

trust you'll find the sugar

waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling

and I proudly serve her a very fluffy

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

back,

raising an eyebrow

my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly

Talia doesn’t seem to pick up on the meaning,

Agnes doing?" he

speaking with her hands," Talia replies, holding up her hands to

She spells out his name for

you say?" Kota asks, attempting to replicate her

his hands and folding his fingers to make

A.

to sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers

did Agnes say?"

know," Talia shrugs,

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

my head at her, shoving a large

best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack

the clinic, leaving the three of us with

so Talia suggests we

the pack drugstore where Talia

staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the

played with water balloons before,"

five packs of the balloons and pays at the register, Kota jumping excitedly at her

***Natalia*** 

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

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

when he looks at me and he becomes visibly

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