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

me another howl and settles back into his chair, resting his head on

he hisses, watching the steam rise from

footsteps suddenly make their way down the stairs and I look up to see Talia

my heart nearly skipping

We made

an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she

timer on the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the

on the waffle, I place it on a plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at it and shoves

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 to remove the

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

umm...What sugar did you use?" She asks me, the

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

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

"Taste it,"

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

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

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

fingers touch in the exchange,

Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand away

coughs to clear

me with the

mother who sets him on the chair for him to see

the wet ingredient together,

as I sift the flour and baking powder

of failure collide in

and I shove him away

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

at Talia and

Zane," Kota gasps, breaking

up time!"

chair and scurries into the closet

arms around it

helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all

"It’s okay Kota,"

taking the broom

"I'll sweep."

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

Kota says, tugging at my

"Accidents happen."

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

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

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

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

stop trembling with her soothing touch and my racing heart

me, Talia pulls her hand away and

whispers, her own heart pounding in

find the

at waffle making finally bears fruit,

way to the table and I proudly serve her a very

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

back,

Talia asks, raising an

nod my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her kissing

pick up on the meaning, but of

is Agnes doing?" he

speaking with her hands," Talia replies, holding

this." She spells out his name for

Kota asks, attempting

Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his

O, T, A. See? KOTA,"

sign but very quickly forgets

did Agnes say?" he asks his

know," Talia shrugs,

fingers and bringing her hands together so they

a large chunk of

Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack house to take care of baby

the clinic,

suggests we go outside for some

walk down to the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool

at a bag of multicolored balloons attached

balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening when

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

***Natalia*** 

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,

hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his

at me and he

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