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

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

watching the steam rise from

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

her sleepy state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the mere sight

look! We made

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

timer on the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the

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

poking his finger into a pool of syrup and licking it

on 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

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

umm...What sugar did you use?" She asks me, the soft smile still on

jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her finger inside

bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart

"Taste it,"

choke on my own cough when I realize the

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

teases, measuring out the proper amount of sugar and handing

touch in the exchange,

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

she coughs to clear

with

over to his mother who sets him on the

two of them whisk the

hands shake as I sift the flour and baking powder

thoughts of failure collide in my head, making it

Grayson teases, and I shove

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

stare blankly at Talia and Kota,

Kota gasps, breaking the

up time!"

out of his chair and scurries into the closet to grab

handle, wrapping both arms around it as

helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all

"It’s okay Kota,"

the broom

"I'll sweep."

remain in the corner, not

Kota says, tugging at

"Accidents happen."

my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she's

it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at her, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment at my own

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

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

with her soothing touch and my racing heart finally

as she touched me, Talia pulls her

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

find the sugar this

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

and I

along much better,"she signs,yet?" she chuckles, "Stop

back,

Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at me

head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her kissing

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

he asks,

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

spells out his name

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

KOTA," Talia replies, grabbing his hands and

T, A. See?

tries his best to sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his

say?"

don’t know," Talia shrugs, my face

does this mean?" She asks, pinching her fingers

shoving a large chunk of waffle

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

is off today from working at the clinic, leaving

so Talia suggests we go outside for some fun

the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen for

of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks in the seasonal

water balloons before," she laughs, her

grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at the

***Natalia*** 

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 excited for a chance to play with water.I don't have a bathing

Zane hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend

me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly

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