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

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

the

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

my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere sight

We

to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her pup in her arms, kissing his

hurriedly

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

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

small smile curls on Talia's lips and she timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste from

gags, taking the plate and throwing the waffle

asks me, the

in a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her

she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart

"Taste it,"

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

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

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

exchange, sparks tingling

cheeks as she pulls

she coughs to clear her

help me with the milk

who sets him on

of them whisk the wet ingredient together,

as I sift the flour and baking

collide in my head,

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

salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud of flour puffing in

at Talia and Kota, afraid to move

Zane," Kota

up time!"

of his chair and scurries into the closet to

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

only spreads the flour all over the

"It’s okay Kota,"

the broom from

"I'll sweep."

and remain in the corner,

Kota says, tugging

"Accidents happen."

force a smile on my 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

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

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

murmurs, warm sparks tingling up my arm when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might

her soothing touch and my

me, Talia pulls her

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

find the sugar

third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia serves him

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

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

back, groaning

asks, raising an

me relentlessly

on the meaning, but of course,

doing?" he asks, micking her

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

out his name

did you say?" Kota asks, attempting to

Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to make the

O, T, A. See? KOTA,"

sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers

say?"

don’t know," Talia shrugs, my face

asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together so

shoving a large chunk of waffle into

her eyes suspiciously at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack

clinic, leaving the three

suggests we

where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen for

of multicolored balloons attached

balloons before," she

that." She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register, Kota jumping excitedly

***Natalia*** 

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

Zane hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few

me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping

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