Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

"Oh, my goddess," she nearly shrieked.

My face reddened even more.

"Yeah," I murmured. "It was the best night of sex I've ever had," I whispered, my voice going hoarse. "Then this morning I had to leave to go to an interview with Hope's Gallery and afterward Elliot called me... yelling at me."

"Yelling at you?" She asked, confused. "What could he be yelling at you for?"This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"He told me I took advantage of him," I admitted. "He yelled at me for being a typical woman and not being any different than the others. His words hurt, Rebecca. Maybe he's right... maybe I did go too far. I should have stopped it."

"How exactly do you stop an Alpha wolf?" Rebecca asked, sounding equally confused. "He's an Alpha... if he was that adamant about having you, it would be almost impossible to stop him."

"Yes, I agree," I admitted. "But I'm not sure what else to do. He's so mad at me... but now we have to appear on this show together. I don't think he would want to go..."

"He would be stupid to turn it down," Rebecca told me. "Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding."

Before I could say anything in response, I heard the front door slamming shut. I winced at the forcefulness of the slam, knowing it was Elliot. Taking in a deep breath, I said, "Rebecca, I have to go. He's home."

"Good luck. Call me later and let me know how it went."

"I will," I assured her.

I hung up without another word.

I left the room and walked into the front foyer. Elliot was speaking to Beta Leo, and I watched Leo nodding in response to whatever he was saying before he turned and left the palace.

Elliot's face, though it was handsome, was also stern and void of any emotions. He started to walk away as if he didn't see me even though I was standing in the middle of the foyer. I pressed my lips together, feeling aggravated by his dismissiveness.

"Elliot," I said, trying to catch up to him. He paused once he got to the stairs.

"What?" He asked, his voice distant and harsh; it made me flinch.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and held up the invitation.

"We were invited to appear on the Merida Ryder Talk show to interview," I told him, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground, hating that his back was still turned to me. "I understand if you don't want to go... I just thought that-"

"When is it?"

I was momentarily surprised by his question, and I glanced at the invitation.

"Tomorrow night at 5," I told him, my voice dropping to a low whisper.

He was quiet for a moment, and I thought for sure he would decline the invitation but then he finally spoke and I was shocked even more.

"I'll be there."

Without another word, he left me alone with my thoughts.

For the next day and a half, Elliot had barely spoken to me, and I was aggravated beyond belief. I made it a point to keep a distance from him until we reached the studio a few towns away. Merida Ryder's studio was huge, and we were greeted by a ton of security guards. We were brought into different dressing rooms where we were made to look perfect in front of the camera.

I hated not seeing or speaking to Elliot. My chest felt constricted, and I thought I was going to be sick at different times, but I swallowed it down and kept a fake smile on my lips as I allowed the makeup and hair artists to style me to perfection.

Once I was completely dressed, I took a look at myself and smiled with contentment.

"Are you ready? We will be airing soon."

I nodded and followed one of the producers out of the room. I hadn't met Merida yet; they wanted me to meet her once we got on air so my reaction would be genuine.

Elliot stood near the doorway that led to the stage and when he saw me, his eyes widened, and I saw the look of longing in them. It made my heart hurt. He kept his eyes on me until I was right beside him and after a moment he cleared his throat.

"While we are on the air, at least pretend you care about me, okay?"