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.

will be a wolf e-even great-er

and settles back into his chair, resting his head on

watching the

up to

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

look! We

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,

and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the

on the waffle, I place it on a plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at it and shoves the plate to

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

when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her

she gags, taking the plate and throwing the waffle in

sugar did you use?" She asks me, the soft

on the counter and she sticks her

as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh sound so beautiful?

"Taste it,"

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

join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar of sugar for

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

in the exchange, sparks tingling up

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

she coughs to

with the milk

who sets him on the chair for

them whisk the wet

and baking powder together, suddenly feeling very

overwhelming thoughts of failure collide in my head, making it hard to

Grayson teases, and I shove him away to the recess

over my bowl of

and Kota, afraid to

Zane," Kota

up time!"

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

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

only spreads the flour all over the floor,

"It’s okay Kota,"

taking the broom

"I'll sweep."

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

says, tugging at my

"Accidents happen."

face and look over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she's right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and she stops, a look of sadness

in your hair," she whispers, carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at her,

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

when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull

with her soothing touch

she touched me, Talia pulls her hand

she whispers,

find the sugar

me, my cheeks burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia

table and I

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

back,

asks, raising

teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

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

is Agnes doing?" he

her hands," Talia replies, holding

spells out his name for

Kota asks, attempting to replicate

hands and folding his fingers to

T, A. See?

best to sign but very quickly forgets

Agnes say?" he

Talia shrugs, my face

mean?" She asks, pinching her fingers and

shoving a large chunk of

embarrass

working at the clinic,

suggests we go outside for some

where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some

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

you've never played with water balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening when she

just have to fix that." She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the

***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 very excited for a chance to play with water.I don't have a bathing suit so I opt for a

our way 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 his legs but pretend

looks at me

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