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

another howl and settles back into his chair, resting

hisses, watching the steam rise

the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking towards us, her arms stretching

in her sleepy 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, kissing his

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

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

his finger into a pool of

heart sinking when she swallows with great

she gags, taking the plate and throwing the waffle in the

asks me, the soft smile

a jar sitting on the counter

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 actually

Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real

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

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling up my

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

to clear

with the milk

his mother who sets him on the chair for him

the wet

sift the flour and baking powder

of failure collide in my head, making it hard

and I shove him away to

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

at Talia and Kota,

oh, Zane," Kota gasps, breaking

time!" he

chair and scurries into the closet

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

the helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all

"It’s okay Kota,"

taking the

"I'll sweep."

behind my back and remain

Zane," Kota says, tugging at

"Accidents happen."

look over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she's right in front of

whispers, carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another

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

timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the

touch

as she touched me, Talia pulls her hand away and

more flour," she whispers, her own

you'll find

bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making

to the table and I proudly serve her

along much better,"she signs,yet?"

sign back, groaning

okay?" Talia asks, raising an

Agnes teasing me relentlessly

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

is Agnes doing?" he asks, micking

her hands," Talia replies, holding up her hands

spells out his

asks, attempting

hands and folding his fingers to make the

O, T, A. See? KOTA," she

to sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his

say?" he asks

Talia shrugs, my face

asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together so they

a large chunk of waffle into

Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me

at the clinic, leaving the three of us with nothing

hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for some fun with

Talia purchases a kiddie pool and

of multicolored balloons attached

balloons before," she laughs, her smile

to fix that." She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register,

***Natalia*** 

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

shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on

turns a bright shade of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the tangerine he’s

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