Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

I waited hours for Elliot to come home and when it became midnight, I figured he wasn't going to come home anytime soon. Sighing, I grabbed my phone and left the bedroom, unable to stand being in this room any longer. If he wasn't going to be in here to share the bed with me, then I wasn't going to stay in here. I only slept in this room because he insisted my presence helps him sleep. There was no point in me sleeping in here without him.

I walked down the hallway and into the guest room. I wasn't sure I'd be able to get any sleep after the day I had, but I was determined to try anyway.

I curled into bed, checking my phone to see if Elliot had reached out to me, when I saw that he hadn't, I sighed and put the phone on the nightstand. I pressed my knees to my chest and squeezed my eyes closed tightly. I just wanted to shut out the world and pretend that this awful day never happened. I wondered what tomorrow held; I wondered if it was going to be just as bad as today.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, the door burst open. I remained still, already knowing who it was before he approached the bed.

He stood at the bedside for a moment, staring down at me. I could feel his eyes scanning my body as I hid myself under the blanket. He let out a frustrated sigh.

"I know you're awake, Silver," he said, his voice sounding irritated and gruff. I winced at the tone, but I didn't say anything. My heart was racing in my chest, and I thought I was going to get sick. "What you did earlier wasn't okay. What were you thinking? This could put the whole pack in jeopardy if she decides to pull our alliance. Do you have any idea how strong her pack is?"

Anger consumed me as I whipped around to face him; my eyes blaring with rage.

"I did nothing wrong. But of course, it doesn't matter. You won't believe me anyway," I said through my teeth.

My sister had pulled the same shit with my father numerous times during our lives. She would blame me for something, and he would blindly believe her. I've done this song and dance before; Shirley was no different than Stella.

"Well, she seems to think that you did."

"She's lying," I countered without missing a beat.

He folded his arms across his chest as he stared back at me. He searched my face as if he was searching for all the answers and then he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, almost defeated. Maybe a bit confused. I could practically see the stress pouring off him in waves.

"Next time you see her, you need to apologize," he finally said.

I stared at him in shock; I couldn't believe what he just said.

"I'm not apologizing for something I didn't do," I said, pressing my lips firmly together as I glared at him.

"It doesn't matter, Silver. She is a guest in our pack, and she was injured under your watch. As the Luna you need to take responsibility-"

"Take responsibility for someone who deliberately threw herself down the stairs?!" I asked, cutting off his words.

"Do you hear yourself? Why would a strong female Alpha hurt herself on purpose?" He asked, his brows pinched together.

"Because she wants you," I blurted without much thought.

He was quiet for a moment while he processed my words.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Is that what this is all about? You are jealous?" He asked.

My mouth nearly dropped open at the audacity.

"I have no right or reason to be jealous," I said, folding my arms across my chest, fully aware that I had just pushed my breasts up and put them on full display for him to gawk at. Which he did; I felt a sense of pride when his eyes dropped and landed on my breasts, the desires pooling in his eyes almost made me weak.

I would have been putty in his hands if I wasn't so upset about this conversation.

"I was just stating a fact," I added.

He scowled at me, his features darkening.

"She's a friend and an Alpha. She doesn't want me. She has nothing to gain from me."

"Maybe she simply just likes you," I muttered.

"You would be wrong about that," he countered.

I was too tired to argue about this any further, so I simply said, "Fine, Elliot."

A low growl escaped his lips.

"Why are you sleeping in here?"

The subject change took me by surprise, and I didn't answer him at first. I furrowed my brows, remembering that I was in the guest room, not our bedroom.