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

howl and settles back into his chair, resting his head

watching the steam rise

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

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

We made

squeals, climbing out of the chair and rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in

timer on the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot

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

beams at her, poking his

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

taking the plate and throwing the waffle

asks me, the soft smile still

point to the white powder in a jar sitting on the

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

"Taste it,"

giggles, pushing the jar towards me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke

laughter, the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out

out the proper

exchange, sparks tingling up my

she pulls her

she coughs to clear

me with

him on the chair for him

of them whisk the wet ingredient

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

failure collide in my head,

the salt, Grayson teases, and I shove

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

blankly at Talia and Kota,

Kota gasps, breaking the

time!"

scurries into the closet

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

only spreads the flour all over the floor, making

"It’s okay Kota,"

chirps, taking the broom from

"I'll sweep."

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

says, tugging at my

"Accidents happen."

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,

have flour 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

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

over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might

stop trembling with her soothing touch and my

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

she whispers, her own heart pounding in her

trust you'll find the sugar

teases me, my cheeks burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily

to the table and I proudly serve

you and Talia are getting along much better,"she

sign back,

asks, raising an eyebrow at me

nod my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly

up on the meaning, but

is Agnes doing?" he asks, micking

her hands," Talia replies, holding up her

spells out his name for

Kota asks, attempting

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

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

his best to sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his

Agnes say?" he asks his

know," Talia shrugs, my face turning bright

does this mean?" She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing

head at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into

despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack house to take care of

today from working at the clinic,

Talia suggests we go outside for some fun

Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen for

of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the

you've never played with water balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes I

just have to fix that." She grabs five packs of the balloons

***Natalia*** 

my darker complexion.I dress him in a pair of shorts and flip flops, Kota

our 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

red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the tangerine

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