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

the steam rise from the

down the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking towards us, her arms stretching out tiredly as

beautiful, my heart nearly skipping

We made

rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at

the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot

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

he beams at her, poking his finger into a

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

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

did you use?" She asks me, the soft

to the white powder in a jar sitting on the counter and

laughter, the sound

"Taste it,"

choke on my own cough when I

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

she teases, measuring out the proper

in the exchange, sparks tingling up my

cheeks as she pulls her hand away to tuck

to clear

help me with the milk

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

of them whisk the wet

hands shake as I sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious

of failure collide in my head, making it hard to

Grayson teases, and I shove him away to the

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

and

oh, Zane," Kota gasps,

time!"

and scurries into the closet to

maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he pushes the broom in a sweeping

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

"It’s okay Kota,"

the broom

"I'll sweep."

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

Kota says, tugging at my

"Accidents happen."

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

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

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

her soothing touch and

touched me, Talia pulls her

flour," she whispers, her own heart pounding in

find the sugar this

bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears

and I proudly serve her a very

and Talia are getting along

sign back,

Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at

head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs and

pick up on the meaning, but of course,

doing?" he

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

this." She spells out

you say?" Kota asks, attempting to replicate her

his hands and folding his fingers to make the

T, A.

but very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers

say?"

Talia shrugs, my face turning

fingers and

shake my head at her, shoving a large chunk of

best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes

clinic, leaving

suggests we go outside for some fun with

Talia

balloons attached to

tell me you've never played with water balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening

to fix that." She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register, Kota jumping excitedly at her

***Natalia*** 

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

I find Zane hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a

turns a bright shade of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly

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