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.

a wolf e-even

into his chair, resting his

the steam rise from the

the stairs and I look up to see

heart nearly skipping

look! We

an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she

and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron before it

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

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

with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste from her

taste," she gags, taking the plate and throwing the

She asks me, the soft smile still

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

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

"Taste it,"

sugar and nearly choke on my own cough

to make Kota and I join her.I throw

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

exchange, sparks tingling up my

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

to clear

help me with the milk

over to his mother who sets him on the chair for him to see over the

the

flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling very

collide in my

shove him away to the recess of my

accidentally knock over my bowl of dry

at Talia and Kota, afraid to move an

Kota

up time!" he

his chair and scurries into the closet

to maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it

the flour all over the floor, making an even bigger

"It’s okay Kota,"

taking the

"I'll sweep."

remain in the corner,

Zane," Kota says,

"Accidents happen."

smile on my face and look over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she's

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 flushing in

kisses me on the nose,

timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me

soothing touch and my racing heart finally

Talia pulls

get you some more flour," she whispers, her own

you'll find the

waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia serves him up

the table and I proudly serve her a very fluffy

and Talia are getting along

back, groaning

raising an eyebrow at

my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly

doesn’t seem to pick up on the meaning, but of course,

doing?" he asks, micking

with her hands," Talia replies, holding up

this." She spells out his name for

Kota asks, attempting to

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

T, A.

quickly forgets how to fold

did Agnes say?" he asks his

know," Talia shrugs, my

her fingers

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

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

from working at the clinic, leaving the three

particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for some fun with

where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and

bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the

water balloons before," she

we'll just have to fix that." She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays

***Natalia*** 

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

a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his

when he looks at me and he

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