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

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

watching the steam rise from the

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

incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping a beat at

look! We made

greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow

on the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove the hot waffle out of the iron before it

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

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

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 from the

is an interesting taste," she gags, taking

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

jar sitting on the counter and she sticks her finger inside

laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How

"Taste it,"

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

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

try this again," she teases, measuring out the proper amount of sugar and

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling

pulls her hand away to

to clear

with the milk

sets him on the chair for him to see over the

of them whisk the wet ingredient together,

and baking powder together, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about messing up

failure collide in my head, making

forget the salt, Grayson teases, and I shove him away

of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry

and Kota,

oh, Zane," Kota

time!"

climbs out of his chair and scurries into the closet to

maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he pushes the broom in a

little tyke only spreads the flour all over the

"It’s okay Kota,"

chirps, taking the broom

"I'll sweep."

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

Kota says, tugging

"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,

up, another cloud of

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

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 her,

stop trembling with her soothing touch and

suddenly as she touched me, Talia pulls

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

find the

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

makes her way to the table and I proudly

along

sign back,

okay?" Talia asks, raising

relentlessly with her kissing signs and wiggling

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

he asks, micking her

Talia replies, holding up her

She spells out his name for

say?" Kota asks, attempting to replicate her signs

replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to make the four

O, T, A. See?

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

say?" he asks his

don’t know," Talia shrugs, my face turning

She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her

at her, shoving a large chunk of waffle into my

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

clinic, leaving the

particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for some

to the pack drugstore where Talia

notices me staring at a bag of multicolored balloons

with water balloons before," she laughs,

have to fix that." She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays at

***Natalia*** 

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

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

shade of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly

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