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

into his chair, resting

he hisses, watching the steam rise from

down the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking

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

look! We

his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her pup in her arms, kissing

off and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the

the waffle, I place it on a plate in front

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

when she swallows with great difficulty and

an interesting taste," she gags, taking the plate

use?" She asks me, the soft

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

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

"Taste it,"

me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize the jar

to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar

out the proper amount of sugar and

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks

cheeks as she pulls her hand away to tuck some hair behind her

she coughs to clear her

me with the milk and

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

whisk the wet ingredient together,

sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly

in my head, making it hard to

I shove him away to the recess of my

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

blankly at Talia and

Zane," Kota gasps, breaking the

time!"

of his chair and scurries into the closet to grab

the tall handle, wrapping both arms around

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

"It’s okay Kota,"

taking the

"I'll sweep."

and remain in the corner,

says, tugging at my

"Accidents happen."

when I realize she's right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and she stops, a

in your hair," she whispers, carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud

me on the nose, resting her head against my forehead.She's

with me," she murmurs, warm sparks tingling up my arm when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me

stop trembling with her soothing touch

as she touched me, Talia pulls her hand

flour," she whispers,

find the sugar this

at waffle making finally

her way to the table and I proudly serve

getting along much better,"she signs,yet?"

sign back,

raising an eyebrow at

teasing me relentlessly with her

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

is Agnes doing?" he

with her hands," Talia replies, holding up her hands

out

attempting to

and folding

T, A. See? KOTA," she

tries his best to sign but very quickly forgets how to

did Agnes say?" he asks his

don’t know," Talia shrugs,

asks, pinching her fingers

a large chunk

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

the clinic, leaving the three of us with nothing

hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for some

Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some

a bag of multicolored balloons

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

of the

***Natalia*** 

I coat Kota 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

plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice them, knowing he

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

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