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 great-er than

another howl and settles back into his chair, resting his

the steam rise from

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

my heart nearly

look! We

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

goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot

plate in front of Kota who smiles

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

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

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

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

white powder in a jar sitting on the

as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my

"Taste it,"

giggles, pushing the jar towards me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on

her laughter, the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out the salty batter

teases, measuring out the proper amount of sugar and handing

the exchange,

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

coughs to clear her

me with the milk and

happily skips over to his mother who sets him on

the wet ingredient together,

baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about

thoughts of failure collide in

salt, Grayson teases, and I shove him away

accidentally knock over my bowl

blankly at Talia and Kota, afraid to

oh, Zane," Kota gasps, breaking

up time!" he

chair and scurries into the closet to grab

both arms around it

helpful little tyke only spreads the flour

"It’s okay Kota,"

the

"I'll sweep."

my trembling hands behind my back and remain

Kota says, tugging at

"Accidents happen."

I realize she's

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

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

okay with 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 disgust

soothing touch and my racing

me, Talia pulls

more flour," she whispers, her own heart

trust you'll find

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

table and I proudly serve her a

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

back,

raising an eyebrow at

teasing me relentlessly with

seem to pick up on the meaning, but of course, curious Kota

he asks,

Talia replies, holding up her hands

spells out his

Kota asks, attempting to replicate

his hands and folding his fingers to make

T, A. See?

quickly forgets how to fold his fingers

Agnes say?"

shrugs, my

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

at her, shoving a large chunk

at Agnes and I but breakfast despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes

off today from working at the clinic,

a particularly hot day so Talia suggests

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool

at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black

played with water balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening when she

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

***Natalia*** 

sensitive to the sun compared 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 have a bathing suit so I opt for a pair of shorts, a

can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice them, knowing he

red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping the

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