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

back into his chair, resting his head on

hisses, watching the steam rise from the

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

state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly

We made

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

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

he beams at her, poking his finger into a pool

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

is...That is an interesting taste," she gags, taking the plate and throwing the waffle in

use?" She asks me,

a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her

scrunches up as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh

"Taste it,"

the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize the jar of sugar

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

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

in the exchange, sparks tingling

pulls her hand

coughs to

me with the

sets him on the chair for him to see over

of them whisk the

baking powder together,

of failure collide in my head, making it hard to

teases, and I shove him away to the

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

and Kota, afraid to move

Zane," Kota gasps, breaking the

time!"

and scurries into the

both arms around it as he pushes the broom in a

the helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all over the floor,

"It’s okay Kota,"

the

"I'll sweep."

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

Zane," Kota says,

"Accidents happen."

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

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

me on the

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

touch and my

as suddenly as she touched me, Talia pulls her

more flour," she whispers, her own

trust you'll find the sugar

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

to the table and I proudly serve her a

you and Talia are getting along much better,"she

sign back, groaning

asks, raising an eyebrow at me

relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

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

doing?" he asks,

her hands," Talia replies, holding up her

She spells out his name for

attempting to replicate

said KOTA," Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers

T, A.

quickly forgets how to fold his fingers

Agnes say?" he asks his

Talia shrugs, my face turning

her fingers and bringing her

my head at her, shoving a

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

the clinic, leaving the three of us with

particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for

down to the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen for

a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the seasonal toys

before," she laughs,

the balloons and pays at

***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

white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I

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

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