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

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

the steam

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

incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping

We

and rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her pup in her arms, kissing his

hurriedly remove

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

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

Talia's 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

interesting taste," she gags, taking the plate and throwing the waffle in the

asks

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

sound making

"Taste it,"

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

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

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

touch in the exchange,

on Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand away to tuck some hair behind her

to clear

me with the milk and

mother who sets him on the chair for him to see

them whisk the wet ingredient

as I sift the flour and baking powder together,

in my

Grayson teases, and I shove him away to the recess

knock over my bowl of dry

stare blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid to move

oh, Zane," Kota gasps, breaking

up time!" he

climbs out of his chair and scurries into the closet to grab

to maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he

the helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all over

"It’s okay Kota,"

the

"I'll sweep."

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

Kota says, tugging at

"Accidents happen."

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, a look of sadness

into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud

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

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

touch and my racing heart

pulls her hand away and

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

trust you'll find the sugar

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

you and Talia are getting along

sign back,

raising

Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

the

Agnes doing?" he asks,

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

She spells out

say?" Kota asks, attempting to replicate

his hands and folding his

A. See? KOTA,"

quickly forgets how to

Agnes say?" he asks his

know," Talia shrugs,

her fingers and bringing her hands together so they

shoving a large

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

at the clinic, leaving the

suggests we go outside for some fun

Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen

notices me staring at a bag of multicolored balloons

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

She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the register, Kota jumping excitedly at

***Natalia*** 

guest house, I coat 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, Kota very

plain white t-shirt.I can make out

at me and he becomes visibly flustered,

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