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

howl and settles back into his chair, resting

the steam rise from

way down the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking

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

look! We made

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

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

plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at it and shoves the plate to his

waffle," he beams at her, poking his finger into a pool of

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

gags, taking the plate and throwing the waffle

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

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

as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart

"Taste it,"

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

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

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

the exchange, sparks tingling

creeps up on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand away

coughs to clear her

with the milk and

who sets him on the

the

and baking powder together,

failure collide in my head, making

forget the salt, Grayson teases, and I shove

jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry

at Talia and Kota,

Kota gasps, breaking the

time!"

of his chair and scurries into the closet

wrapping both arms around it as

helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all over the

"It’s okay Kota,"

the

"I'll sweep."

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

says,

"Accidents happen."

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

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

tips of her toes and kisses me on the nose,

when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might disgust her, but she

with her soothing touch and my racing heart finally calms

she touched me, Talia pulls her hand away

get you some more flour," she whispers, her own heart pounding in

you'll find

me, my cheeks burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota smiling giddily as Talia serves him up his

and I proudly serve her a very

getting along much

back,

raising an eyebrow at

head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly

the meaning, but

is Agnes doing?" he asks, micking

hands," Talia replies, holding up her hands

She spells out his name for

say?" Kota asks, attempting to replicate her signs but

KOTA," Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to

A. See? KOTA,"

to sign but very quickly forgets how to

Agnes say?" he asks his

shrugs, my face turning bright

this mean?" She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her

a large chunk of waffle into

narrows her eyes suspiciously at 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

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

so Talia suggests

walk down to the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie

staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks

water balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening

the balloons and pays at

***Natalia*** 

shorts and flip flops, Kota very excited for a chance to

way 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

at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the tangerine

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