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.

be a wolf e-even

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

watching the

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

my heart nearly skipping

We made

rushing over to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at

goes off and I hurriedly remove the

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

beams at her, poking his finger into a pool

timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the

gags, taking the

did you use?" She asks me, the

white powder in a jar sitting on the

as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my

"Taste it,"

choke on my own cough when

her.I throw out the salty batter while Talia locates the real jar of sugar for us

again," she teases, measuring out the proper

fingers touch in the exchange, sparks tingling

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

she coughs to clear her

help me with the milk and

skips over to his mother who sets him on the chair for him

two of them whisk the wet ingredient together,

as I sift the flour and baking

overwhelming thoughts of failure collide in my head, making

I shove him away to the recess of

accidentally knock over my bowl of

at Talia and

oh, Zane," Kota gasps, breaking the

time!" he

scurries

handle, wrapping both arms around it

helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all over the

"It’s okay Kota,"

the

"I'll sweep."

my trembling hands behind my back and remain in the corner, not

says,

"Accidents happen."

nearly jumping when I realize she's right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and she stops,

it up, another

the tips of her toes and kisses me on the nose, resting her head

places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost

with her soothing touch and my racing

touched me, Talia pulls her

get you some more flour," she whispers, her own heart

trust you'll find

red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit,

way to the table and I proudly serve

are getting along much better,"she

sign back,

asks, raising an eyebrow at me

my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly

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

doing?" he asks, micking

replies, holding up her hands to

this." She spells out his name for

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

Talia replies, grabbing his hands and

A. See? KOTA,"

sign but very quickly

say?" he asks

shrugs, my face turning

asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands

my head at her, shoving a large chunk

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

at the clinic, leaving

suggests we go outside for

the pack drugstore where Talia

staring at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to

me you've never played with water balloons before," she laughs, her smile widening when she realizes

we'll just have to fix that." She grabs five packs of the balloons and pays

***Natalia*** 

house, 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 flip flops, Kota very excited for a chance to play with water.I don't have a bathing suit so

basketball 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 very likely

of red when he looks at me and he

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