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.

y-you will be a wolf e-even

into his chair, resting his

he hisses, watching the steam rise from the

to see Talia

incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere

We made

his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me

iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron

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

he beams at her, poking his finger into a

when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste from her tongue buckle from the pressure of

taste," she gags, taking

you use?" She asks me, the

white powder in a jar sitting on the

bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart

"Taste it,"

the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize the jar

I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar of sugar for

again," she teases, measuring out the proper

in the exchange, sparks tingling up my

cheeks as she pulls her hand away to

she coughs to clear

me with the

him on the chair for him

them whisk the

sift the flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about

of failure collide in my head,

teases, and I shove him away

accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients,

stare blankly at Talia and

Kota gasps, breaking the

time!"

chair and scurries into the closet to grab a

wrapping both arms around it as he pushes the broom in

helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all over the

"It’s okay Kota,"

the broom from

"I'll sweep."

trembling hands behind my back and remain in the corner, not wanting to make any more

Kota says, tugging at

"Accidents happen."

I realize she's

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

kisses me on the nose, resting her head against

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

touch

Talia pulls her hand away and smiles nervously

some more flour," she whispers,

trust you'll find

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

the table and I proudly serve her a

Talia are getting along

back, groaning

okay?" Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at me

Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her

pick up on the

Agnes doing?" he asks, micking her

her hands," Talia replies, holding

this." She spells out

attempting to

Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to make the four

T, A. See? KOTA," she

very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers

did Agnes say?" he asks

shrugs, my face turning bright

fingers and bringing her hands together

head at her, shoving a large chunk of

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

working at the clinic, leaving

Talia suggests we go

to the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen for

of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the seasonal toys

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

have to fix that." She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the

***Natalia*** 

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

basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice them, knowing he is very likely ashamed of

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

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