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 wolf e-even

howl and settles back into his chair, resting his head

he hisses, watching the

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

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

We made

over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow

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

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

his finger into a pool of syrup

and she timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste

is an interesting taste," she gags, taking the plate and throwing the

asks me, the

point to the white powder in a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her

laughter, the sound

"Taste it,"

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

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

measuring out the proper amount of sugar

touch in the exchange, sparks tingling up

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

coughs to

help me with

him on

the wet ingredient together, Talia

flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about messing

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

shove him away

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

and Kota, afraid to move

oh, Zane," Kota gasps, breaking

time!" he

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

struggles to maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as

the flour all over the floor, making an even bigger

"It’s okay Kota,"

chirps, taking the broom

"I'll sweep."

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

okay, Zane," Kota says, tugging

"Accidents happen."

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

and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the

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

sparks tingling up my arm when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the

soothing touch and my racing heart

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

flour," she whispers, her own heart pounding

trust you'll find

red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily

table and I

you and Talia are getting along much

sign back,

okay?" Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at me

nod my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her

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

Agnes doing?" he asks,

hands," Talia replies, holding up her

out his name for

you say?" Kota asks, attempting to replicate her signs but

his hands and folding his

A.

sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his

Agnes say?" he asks

shrugs, my

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

a large chunk of waffle into

narrows her eyes suspiciously at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes

from working at the clinic, leaving

a particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for some

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and

at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks

balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes I

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

***Natalia*** 

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,

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

a bright shade of red when he looks at me and

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