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

gives me another howl and settles back into his chair,

watching the steam rise

to see Talia walking towards

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

look! We made

greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her

I hurriedly remove the hot

on the waffle, I place it on a plate in front of Kota

poking his finger into a pool of syrup

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

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

you use?" She asks me, the soft smile still

point to the white powder in a jar sitting on the

scrunches up as she bursts into laughter, the sound making

"Taste it,"

choke

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

measuring out the proper amount of sugar and handing it

in the exchange,

on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her

to clear

me with the milk and

to his mother who sets him on

two of them whisk the wet ingredient together, Talia

baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about

in my head, making it hard to

I shove

reach for the jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud

stare blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid to move

Kota gasps, breaking

up time!" he

his chair and scurries

struggles to maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around

the flour all over the floor, making an even

"It’s okay Kota,"

taking the

"I'll sweep."

back and remain

Zane," Kota says, tugging at

"Accidents happen."

a smile on my face and look over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she's right in front of me hand.I

my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at her, my cheeks flushing

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

places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands

hands stop trembling with her soothing touch and my racing heart

suddenly as she touched me, Talia pulls her hand

flour," she whispers, her own heart pounding in

trust you'll find the sugar

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

way to the table and I

and Talia are getting along

sign back, groaning

raising an eyebrow at me

Agnes teasing me relentlessly with

on the meaning, but

Agnes doing?" he asks, micking

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

She spells out

you say?" Kota asks, attempting

replies, grabbing his hands and folding his

T, A. See?

his best to sign but very quickly forgets how

Agnes say?" he

shrugs, my face turning

her fingers and bringing her hands together

head at her, shoving a large

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

is off today from working at the clinic, leaving the three

day so Talia suggests we

drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool

balloons attached to black sticks in the seasonal toys

never played with water balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes

the balloons and pays at the register, Kota jumping excitedly

***Natalia*** 

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 pair of shorts,

hard basketball shorts and a plain 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,

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