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.

be a wolf e-even great-er than

back into his chair, resting

hisses, watching the steam rise from the

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

in her sleepy state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart

We

to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me

I hurriedly remove the hot

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

our waffle," he beams at her, poking his finger into a pool of

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

is...That is an interesting taste," she gags, taking the plate

asks me, the soft smile still

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

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

"Taste it,"

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

sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while

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

the exchange, sparks tingling up

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

coughs to

help me with the

sets him on the chair

them whisk the

the flour and baking powder

of failure collide in my

teases, and I shove him away to the recess

my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud

at Talia and Kota, afraid

oh, Zane," Kota gasps, breaking

up time!"

of his chair and scurries

arms around it as he pushes the broom in a sweeping

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

"It’s okay Kota,"

the

"I'll sweep."

my back and remain in the corner, not wanting to make any more

Zane," Kota says, tugging at

"Accidents happen."

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 her

carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink

on the tips of her toes and kisses me on the nose, resting her head

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 disgust her, but she doesn’t

touch and my racing heart finally

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

whispers, her own

you'll find the sugar this

red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia serves him up his

the table and I proudly serve

and Talia are getting along much

sign back, groaning

Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at

head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

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

doing?" he asks, micking

Talia replies,

spells out his name for

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

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

T, A. See? KOTA," she

his best to sign but very quickly forgets how to

say?" he asks

Talia shrugs, my face turning

asks, pinching her fingers and bringing

head at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into my

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

at the clinic, leaving the three of us with

so Talia suggests we go outside for some

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases

bag of multicolored balloons attached

with water balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes

five packs of the

***Natalia*** 

in a 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 I opt for a

hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t

shade of red when he looks at me

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