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 than

settles back into his chair, resting his head on

the

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

her sleepy state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping

look! We made

his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in

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

in front

taste our waffle," he beams at her, poking his

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

she gags, taking

asks

in a jar sitting on the counter

she bursts into laughter, the sound

"Taste it,"

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

sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar of sugar

the proper amount of sugar

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling up

blush creeps up on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand

coughs to

help me with

who sets him

the wet ingredient together, Talia

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

overwhelming thoughts of failure collide in my head, making it

the salt, Grayson teases, and I shove him away

salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a

at Talia and Kota, afraid to move an

oh, Zane," Kota gasps, breaking

time!" he

out of his chair and scurries into the closet to

around it as he pushes the broom in a sweeping

little tyke only spreads the flour all over the floor,

"It’s okay Kota,"

chirps, taking the broom from

"I'll sweep."

and remain in the corner, not wanting to make any

okay, Zane," Kota says, tugging

"Accidents happen."

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

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, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment at my own

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

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

stop trembling with her soothing touch and

pulls

whispers, her

you'll find the sugar

bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally

way to the table and I proudly

see you and Talia are getting along much

sign back,

asks, raising an eyebrow

relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

the

is Agnes doing?" he asks, micking

replies, holding up her hands to

spells out his

say?" Kota asks, attempting to replicate her

grabbing his hands and folding his

A.

to sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his

Agnes say?" he asks his

know," Talia shrugs,

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

her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into my

suspiciously at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to

the clinic, leaving the three of us with nothing to

a particularly hot day so Talia suggests we

Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen

notices me staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to

never played with water balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes

grabs five packs of 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, Kota very excited for a chance to play with water.I don't have a bathing suit so

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

bright shade of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered,

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