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.

y-you will be a

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

watching the

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

she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping

look! We made

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

iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out

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

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

on Talia's lips and she timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks

is...That is an interesting taste," she gags, taking the

umm...What sugar did you use?" She asks me, the soft smile still on

in a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her

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

"Taste it,"

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

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

the proper

exchange, sparks tingling

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

coughs to clear her

me with the milk and

who sets him on

the wet ingredient

as I sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling

collide in my head, making it

teases, and I shove him away to

salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of

blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid

Kota gasps,

up time!" he

out of his chair and scurries into the closet to

the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he

the flour all over the floor, making an

"It’s okay Kota,"

the

"I'll sweep."

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

Kota says, tugging at my

"Accidents happen."

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

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

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

up my 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

stop trembling with her soothing touch and my

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

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

find the sugar

bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making

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

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

sign back, groaning

Talia asks, raising an eyebrow

Agnes teasing me relentlessly with

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

is Agnes doing?" he asks,

her hands," Talia replies, holding up her

out his name for

Kota asks, attempting to replicate her

his hands and folding his fingers to make the four

A.

tries his best to sign but very quickly forgets how

say?"

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

mean?" She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing

her, shoving a large

embarrass me and Agnes goes off

at the clinic, leaving the three of us

so Talia suggests we

Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen

multicolored balloons

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

that." She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the

***Natalia*** 

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

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 I don’t notice them, knowing he is very likely ashamed

turns a bright shade of red when he looks at me and

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