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.

a wolf e-even great-er

back into his chair, resting his head

watching the

to see Talia walking towards us, her arms stretching out

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

look! We made

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

waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot

plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at it

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

small smile curls 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

taking the

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

point to the white powder in a jar sitting on the counter and

laughter, the sound making

"Taste it,"

sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize

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

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

the exchange, sparks

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

to clear

me with the

sets him on the chair for

them whisk the wet ingredient

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

thoughts of failure collide in

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

I reach for the jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a cloud of flour puffing in the

stare blankly at Talia and Kota,

oh, Zane," Kota gasps,

up time!" he

out of his chair and scurries

wrapping both arms around it

little tyke only spreads the flour all over

"It’s okay Kota,"

chirps, taking the

"I'll sweep."

trembling hands behind my back and remain in the corner,

says, tugging at

"Accidents happen."

on 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 in her

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

when she timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull

her soothing touch and my racing heart

pulls her

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

find the

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

way to the table and I

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

back, groaning

asks, raising an eyebrow

my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her

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

he asks, micking her

Talia replies,

She spells out his name

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

his hands and folding his

A. See? KOTA," she

tries his best to sign but very quickly forgets

say?" he asks his

shrugs,

does this mean?" She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together so

my head at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into my

despite Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off to the Main pack house to take care

clinic, leaving

day so Talia suggests we go outside for some fun

to the pack drugstore where Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some

balloons attached to black sticks in the seasonal toys

before," she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes

grabs five packs of the balloons and

***Natalia*** 

sun compared to my darker complexion.I dress him in a pair of shorts and flip flops, Kota very excited for

shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice them, knowing he is

he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered, nearly dropping

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