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 great-er

howl and settles back into his

the

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

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

look! We made

squeals, climbing out of the chair and rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow

goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot

butter and syrup on the waffle, I place it on a plate in front of

at her, poking his finger into a pool of syrup and licking

timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty

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

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

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

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

"Taste it,"

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

laughter, the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar of

she teases, measuring out the proper amount of sugar

touch in the exchange, sparks tingling up

as she pulls her hand away to

coughs to

help me with the milk

who sets him on the chair

them whisk the wet ingredient

flour and baking powder together, suddenly feeling

thoughts of failure collide in my

teases, and I shove him away

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

blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid to move

Zane," Kota gasps,

time!"

his chair and scurries into

arms around it as he pushes

the flour all over the floor, making an even bigger

"It’s okay Kota,"

chirps, taking the

"I'll sweep."

my trembling hands behind my back and remain in the corner,

Zane," Kota says, tugging at

"Accidents happen."

force 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 flinch involuntarily and she stops,

another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at her, my

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

me," she murmurs, warm sparks tingling up my arm when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might

touch and my

Talia pulls

flour," she whispers, her

trust you'll find the

red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia serves him up

table and I

and Talia are getting along much better,"she signs,yet?" she

sign back, groaning

raising an eyebrow at

teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

seem to pick up on the meaning,

is Agnes doing?" he asks,

hands," Talia replies,

spells out his name

did you say?" Kota asks, attempting to replicate her

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

O, T, A. See? KOTA,"

sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his

say?" he asks his

know," Talia shrugs, my face turning

pinching her fingers and

at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into

embarrass me and Agnes goes off

clinic,

Talia suggests we go outside for

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some

balloons attached to black sticks

you've never played with water balloons before," she laughs, her

to fix that." She grabs five packs of the

***Natalia*** 

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

down to the kitchen where I find Zane hard 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

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

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