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 than

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

hisses, watching the steam rise from

to see Talia walking towards

heart nearly skipping a

We

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 waffle

on a plate in front of Kota who

he beams at her, poking his

when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her

taking the

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

powder in a jar sitting on the counter and

sound making my heart soar.How could

"Taste it,"

the jar towards me.I nervously taste the sugar and nearly choke

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

measuring out the proper amount of

exchange, sparks tingling up my

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

coughs to clear

me with the milk and

happily skips over to his mother who sets him

of them whisk the

and baking powder

collide in my head, making

and I shove him away to the recess of my

the jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry

at Talia and Kota,

Kota gasps,

time!"

and scurries into

the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as

the helpful little tyke only spreads the flour all over

"It’s okay Kota,"

taking the broom

"I'll sweep."

my back and remain in the

Kota says, tugging at my

"Accidents happen."

on my face and look over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she's right in

flour in your hair," she whispers, carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at

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

hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might disgust her, but she doesn’t let

stop trembling with her soothing touch and

suddenly as she touched me, Talia pulls her hand away and smiles

you some more flour," she whispers, her

you'll find

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

the table and I proudly serve her a

Talia are getting along much

sign back,

asks, raising an eyebrow at

nod my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with

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

Agnes doing?" he asks, micking

with her hands," Talia replies,

She spells out

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

said KOTA," Talia replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to make the four

O, T, A.

very quickly forgets how to fold his

did Agnes say?" he asks

shrugs, my face turning bright

fingers and bringing her

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

the clinic,

particularly hot day so Talia suggests we go outside for some fun

Talia purchases a kiddie pool and some sunscreen for

at a bag of multicolored balloons

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

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

***Natalia*** 

him in a pair of shorts and flip flops,

kitchen where I find Zane hard basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out

bright shade of red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly flustered,

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