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.

will be a wolf e-even great-er

gives me another howl and settles back into his chair, resting

the steam rise

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

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

look! We made

mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her pup in her arms, kissing his cheeks

hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the

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

poking his finger into a pool of syrup and

when she swallows with great difficulty

taste," she gags, taking the plate and throwing

She asks me, the soft smile still on

a jar sitting on the counter and she sticks

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

"Taste it,"

nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own

can't hold back her laughter, the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw out

teases, measuring out the proper amount

touch in the exchange, sparks

cheeks as she pulls her hand away to tuck some hair behind

coughs to

me with

skips over to his mother who sets him

whisk the wet ingredient

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

collide in my head,

salt, Grayson teases, and I shove him away to the recess of

over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud of

Talia and Kota, afraid

Zane," Kota gasps, breaking the

up time!" he

and scurries into the closet to

handle, wrapping both arms around it as he

helpful little tyke only spreads the flour

"It’s okay Kota,"

the

"I'll sweep."

hide my trembling hands behind my back and remain in

Zane," 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

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

of her toes and kisses me on the nose, resting

hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands

her soothing touch and my

me, Talia pulls

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

to the table and I proudly serve her a

and Talia are getting along much

sign back, groaning

raising an eyebrow at

relentlessly with her kissing signs and

Talia doesn’t seem to pick up on the meaning, but of course, curious Kota

Agnes doing?" he asks,

hands," Talia replies, holding up her hands

this." She spells out his name

did you say?" Kota asks, attempting to

KOTA," Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding

O, T, A. See? KOTA," she

to sign but very quickly forgets

say?" he asks

shrugs,

fingers and bringing her hands together so

a

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

from working at the clinic, leaving

Talia suggests we go outside for some fun

drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some

multicolored balloons attached

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

just have to fix that." She grabs five packs of the

***Natalia*** 

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,

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

looks at me

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