Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle Chapter 10

Silver’s POV

Leo took Rebecca home while I went with Elliot.

I knew I had no right to be upset over who Elliot spent his time with. But I thought as his wife, he would have a little bit more respect towards me than that.

My stomach knotted at the very thought of Elliot’s hands on someone else.

Once he parked the car, he offered his hand to help me out of the vehicle, but I declined it, walking past him and into the mansion. I expected to see a half-naked girl lurking around somewhere but was surprised when I didn’t see any.

I turned to face Elliot who was watching me with uncertainty at the doorway.

“What am I supposed to be seeing?” I asked him after a beat of silence.

He furrowed his brows.

“Come with me,” he ordered, walking past me and up the stairs.

I sighed and followed him towards our bedroom. My entire body felt paralyzed. Did he seriously have another woman in our bedroom? Was he going to have sex with her in the same bed we slept in?

Flashbacks of my time with Gavin invaded my mind; the moment I caught him cheating on me in the same bed we shared together.

I suddenly felt sick.

He looked over his shoulder at me just as he pushed the door open, and he frowned.

“Are you coming?” He asked, watching me almost warily.

I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to hide my unease.

I walked into the room with him and paused when I saw that it was empty. Frowning, I looked at him, expecting him to say something. But his eyes flashed over to a shelf and when my eyes followed his gaze, I nearly choked on my own saliva.

Those were not there this morning.

They are little toy cars.

No; they were model cars.

Models… not a model.

Shame and embarrassment slammed into me like a sledgehammer.

Oh, Moon Goddess. I made such a fool out of myself. I looked at Elliot briefly and saw him still watching me but this time, his right brow was arched. He was waiting for me to say something, but I had nothing to say. I was humiliated and I just wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.

“I should call Rebecca and see how she’s doing,” I said in a rush, pointing at the doorway. I wanted to run out of the room and hide.

Before I could retreat from the room, Elliot grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall, pinning me with his body. I sucked in a sharp breath as I looked up at him. My face was probably as red as a cherry and my heart hammered wildly in my chest; I wondered if he could hear it.

“Why were you so upset when you thought I was meeting with a model this evening?” He asked, his voice sultry and making my knees weak.

“I… uh…” I stammered, unable to pry my eyes away from his. He had me in a captivated trance; his heat and scent consumed me.

“Were you jealous?” He asked, a smirk now playing on his lips.

“No, of course not,” I lied; my breathy tone gave away my emotions though.

His eyes trailed down to my lips and I felt heat forming on my lower abdomen. He got closer to me, pressing his hard body into mine, and just as his lips brushed across mine a bright light slammed into my vision, and pain shot through my head.

I gasped and shoved him away from me as I shielded my face.

Oh no! Not now, not yet!

I heard Elliot say my name as I ran from the room. My vision returned just as I stepped into the hallway, but the pain remained. Panic consumed me and I continued to run until I reached the bottom of the stairs, then I ran into my art studio, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it.

The bright white light returned to my eyes, and I fell to the ground, pressing my back against the wall, I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in my lap.

I whimpered in agony as pain consumed me, but I tried to muffle the sounds with my hands.

There was a knock on the door.

“Silver?” I heard Elliot calling out to me. “Are you in there? Open the door.”

“I’m okay,” I mustered.

He knocked again just as the lights in my vision turned chaotic. My whole body shook, and I heard Elliot saying my name once more.

“Please, go away!” I demanded, my voice coming out louder and firmer than I had ever heard it before.

The knocking stopped and I heard him retreating from the door, much to my relief. But that relief only lasted a moment when I saw my hair, which had come loose from my ponytail, and draped over my arm.

It had gone white.

Staring down at my hands, I saw how pale I was.

I truly was a monster.

This was something Elliot could never find out about.

I closed my eyes and lowered my head to my lap, desperately trying to ignore the shooting pain in my temple. Tears welled up in my eyes as the chaotic lights and colors continued to flash in my eyes.

I’m not sure what time it was when I finally opened my eyes, but once I did, I saw that my hair was back to normal, and my skin no longer looked pale. I let out a shaky breath, knowing that it had to be morning.

Elliot was probably so upset with me for pushing him away last night. But he couldn’t know the truth about me.

I pulled myself to my feet and made my way back upstairs and into our bedroom. Elliot was sitting on the bed and when I entered, his gaze landed on me. He didn’t look angry, but there was definitely concern in his gaze.

Briefly, I wondered if he had been up all night.

Was he upset because I rejected him?

I nervously approached him, fearing that he would question me about what happened last night.

“I’m tired,” I told him quickly. “I’m just going to go to bed.”

I was surprised when he didn’t argue. Instead, he waited for me to slide into bed and turn away from him. Then, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him, and held me while I slept.

***

A few days had passed since that night and thankfully, Elliot still hadn’t brought it up. I mainly spent a lot of time in my studio though, trying to recreate the paintings that Stella destroyed and sold in her exhibit.

My plan had always been the same. Find an art gallery that will partner with me and have them display and possibly sell my artwork. Living in Stella’s shadow made that dream difficult. But with the artwork I had worked so long and hard on, I thought I could finally achieve my goals until she stole them and ruined everything.

Because of my sister’s stunt, finding a gallery that would accept my work has been even more difficult. Most around the area had already seen the same work being displayed at Stella’s exhibit, and they have accused me of plagiarizing the paintings.

Rebecca, who was now fully healed, was kind enough to accompany me around the town and surrounding towns to showcase my paintings to different galleries. They all but laughed in my face.

It was nothing but rejection after rejection and at the end of the day, I was emotionally drained. Rebecca and I sat in the kitchen of the mansion sipping on tea that a maid prepared for us and eating some food that Mariah cooked.

“Don’t give up,” Rebecca said, grabbing my arm and giving me a little shake of encouragement. “How about Pandora’s Bloom? We haven’t tried that one yet.”

I almost laughed at the mention of Pandora’s Bloom. That was one of the most exclusive galleries in the world. It didn’t just have art, it also had beautiful handmade jewelry and other trinkets that people had designed.

“I’ve been rejected by low-class galleries all over the region; there’s no way Pandora’s Bloom will want my art in their gallery,” I told her, taking a sip of my tea.

“I heard their auction will be opening soon. You could try and get your paintings to be displayed at the auction and really wow them,” Rebecca suggested.

I shook my head.

“It’s invitation only,” I told her.

“Don’t give up, Silver,” Rebecca said, giving me a side hug.

She only stayed a few minutes longer before she left for the evening.

The next day or so was the same. I spent time in my art studio, creating new watercolor designs and trying to keep my mind off things. That is until my phone chimed and when I looked at it, I saw that I had an email.

I opened the email, and I nearly dropped my phone at what I was seeing.

It was an invitation to submit my art for the auction this weekend at Pandora’s Bloom!

How was this even possible?!

I squealed excitedly and I couldn’t help but jump up and down.

Then I gasped; I needed to make sure I had the perfect artwork for this auction. For the rest of the day, I worked tirelessly at creating new watercolor paintings.

At the end of the day, I joined Elliot in the dining area for dinner. I couldn’t seem to shake the smile on my face as I walked into the dining room.

Elliot stood in front of me with his eyebrows raised.

“What’s got you in a good mood?” He asked, eyeing me carefully.

“I received an email this morning,” I told him. “I was invited to submit my artwork for the auction at Pandor’s Bloom.”

Elliot studied me for a moment; I didn’t think he’d ever seen me quite this happy before and I could tell he wasn’t sure how to react. But then a smile spread across his face, and he looked genuinely delighted.

“Congratulations,” he said.

I blushed at the praise, and I stood on my toes to kiss him lightly on the lips.

“Thank you,” I whispered to him.

He looked stunned for a moment and his eyes met mine.

“You already found out?” He asked in a whisper.

I stepped back, confused.

“I’m sorry?” I asked him.

His eyes widened and he cleared his throat. He turned to the table that our food was on.

“Nothing, never mind. We should eat,” he said, changing the subject.

I stared at him for a moment before conceding and joining him at the table. But throughout dinner, I kept stealing glances at him, wondering what it was he meant. The Perfect Painting

Silver’s POV

I stared up at the dark ceiling, thinking about the auction. I had a week to create the perfect piece. I had to make this count. I was so excited that I was invited to submit my artwork to the Pandora Bloom Art Gallery Auction.

I looked over at Elliot; I assumed he was sleeping, but that didn’t stop me from checking.

“Elliot?” I whispered just before pressing my lips together.

Was I being stupid? Should I even bother him with this right now? It was in the middle of the night, and he was probably asleep. Though, it was hard to see because of how dark it was in this room.

“Hmm?” He hummed, surprising me.

I stayed quiet, not sure what to say. My heart thrummed in my chest, and I felt him turning his head to look at me.

At this moment, I was glad it was too dark for him to see the blush on my cheeks.

“I have to paint something for the auction,” I started to say, hesitating slightly. He remained quiet; his eyes fixed on my dark silhouette. “I was wondering if you’d allow me to paint you…”

I held my breath as he continued to stare at me; he was quiet for a moment and then he shifted to his side, facing me. His head resting on his hand and his elbow propping him up.

“And what would you give me in return?” He asked; I could hear the teasing in his tone.

I looked at him, or at least I tried to, but it was too dark to see him fully. But I just knew he was smirking at me.

“What is it you would like?”

“Don’t you know me by now, my dear Silver?” He asked, mockingly.

I stared at him for a moment longer before taking a deep breath. I leaned in so my face was close to his; he remained still. I took that as he permitting me to continue, so, I did.

I kissed him.

He didn’t pull away from me; his lips moved carefully with mine. They were soft and inviting. It lured me in for more as his tongue glided across my bottom lip. All thoughts of everything else left my mind and all that was left was Elliot and me. He trailed his fingers up the nape of my neck, sending goosebumps along my flesh.

I couldn’t help but shiver against him which seemed to please him because I felt him smiling against my lips. Before I knew what was happening, he was pushing me onto my back, and he was on top of me. The weight of his body pressed into me, and I could feel everything. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I was wearing a tank top and shorts, so I could feel his flesh against mine as he deepened the kiss.

I parted my lips, allowing his tongue access to explore me. His hands went up the sides of my body and I wiggled under him. He was positioned in a way that forced my legs to wrap around his waist and his erection was swelling his boxers which were pressed against my center. I ground against him, wanting more of him.

I’m not sure where this primal need came from, but I was hot all over and I knew only Elliot could put me at ease.

Just as his fingers went up the inside of my tank top, Elliot was soon engulfed in red. I gasped at the sight of it and then the chaotic lights flashed through my vision. Pain consumed me as the all-too-familiar headache took place.

I whimpered and flinched away as the lights continued to blind my vision. Elliot froze as I struggled beneath him. I shoved him away, scrambling off the bed, nearly falling over in the process.

“Silver?” I heard Elliot calling after me as I ran from the room and locked myself in the bathroom.

What was happening? I don’t usually transform like this until the full moon. But the full moon had already passed. This should not be happening.

I pressed my back against the closed door. Elliot knocked and though it was a soft knock, at the moment, it sounded way louder, and my head screamed for the noise to cease.

I put my hands over my ears and closed my eyes tightly. The flashing of lights continued; they went from red to white. The outline of Elliot is still the focus as red blended with the white.

I slid to the ground as tears fell from my eyes. I pressed my knees to my chest and buried my face in my lap.

I’m not sure how long I stayed like that, but eventually, Elliot gave up on trying to reach me. The pain lessened only slightly and the chaotic lights in my vision softened enough for me to see my surroundings. I pulled myself to my feet and looked into the mirror, gasping at what I was seeing.

My hair was a silvery white and my skin was incredibly pale. My eyes were a dark silver and when I opened my mouth, I had the fangs of a wolf.

I was a monster.

Elliot could never see me like this. I had to wait until I reverted to my old self again, but how long would it take? Why was I transforming on a night that wasn’t a full moon?

Why couldn’t I just be normal and shift into a regular wolf and not whatever this thing I turned into was?

I sat back on the ground as the chaotic lights intensified and the pain returned.

At some point, I fell asleep.

I woke up several hours later and the chaotic lights in my vision were gone, as was the pain. I stood and went back to the mirror, relieved to see my old self again.

I splashed some cold water on my face before leaving the bathroom. Elliot sat on the bed, staring at the wall. His lips were pressed in a thin line, and he didn’t look pleased at all.

My heart felt heavy as I approached the bed. His gaze snapped to me, and I could see just how unhappy he truly was. It made me freeze in my steps and stare back at him.

“Be truthful with me, Silver,” he said, his tone hard as he narrowed his eyes. “Do you not want to be with me?”

…..

Elliot’s POV

“Wh…what?” Silver stammered; her eyes large with alarm at my question.

I wasn’t sure what else to think. She rejected my advances on our first night together after we married, and she rejected me earlier this evening. She didn’t just reject me this time though; she shoved me off her and ran into the bathroom. She would rather sleep on the cold bathroom ground all night than sleep in the same bed as me.

When I had her pressed against the wall a few days ago, she pushed me off her then too and spent the night in her studio.

“Why do you insist on rejecting me so often?” I asked her, trying to keep all emotions locked away.

I saw her swallowing hard like she was trying to figure out what to say. With each passing second of silence, I grew more irritated.

“I wasn’t rejecting you,” she finally said, her gaze shifting downward. “I’m just not feeling well…”

“She’s hiding something from us,” my wolf, Atlas, said deep within my mind.

“It doesn’t matter,” I muttered to my wolf. “I shouldn’t let this bother me. The only thing that matters is the fact that sleeping in the same bed as her helps me sleep.”

“Then, why did you secretly send her an invite to your auction? And why haven’t you told her you are the owner of Pandora’s Bloom?”

“Because she’s still my wife regardless of if this marriage was a transaction,” I retorted.

“Are you angry with me?” Silver asked after a long pause.

I met her dark green eyes and sighed, shaking my head, I motioned for her spot on the bed.

“Just come here and get some sleep,” I told her.

She looked uncertain, but she did as she was told.

I spent most of the next day at the packhouse. I’m able to get more work done in my office here than I can at my mansion.

There was a knock on my office door, bringing me out of my thoughts and then it opened. Leo stepped into my line of sight. He was holding a manilla folder in his hands.

“I have Silver’s records, as you requested,” Leo said, holding up the folder. “But there’s nothing unusual in it. It’s just basic information. She’s wolfless as she said, and she grew up in the Stormwind pack.”

I rubbed my face with my hands, feeling annoyed.

“If there’s nothing unusual about her, then why does she calm me when I sleep? Are you sure she doesn’t have any kind of witch powers?”

Leo furrowed his brows together.

“There’s nothing about any witch genes in her file,” he answered. “Are you sure she’s not your mate? That’s the only other explanation I can think of.”

“She has no wolf. She can’t be my mate,” I muttered. “Just forget it. Keep investigating. There must be something about her.”

Leo nodded.

“I’ll keep you posted on what I find.”

He left soon after, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I wanted to know this woman I married and what makes her so special. My wolf and I agree that she’s hiding something, and we are determined to find out what it is.

I returned home just before dinner and found Silver in her art studio. I knocked before entering because I promised that the studio would be off-limits to everybody, including myself.

“Come in,” she said; she sounded stressed.

I walked into the studio to find her standing in front of a couple of portraits. She was staring at them like they held answers to her biggest questions.

Without looking at me she said, “I’m trying to paint something for the auction, but nothing seems good enough.”

The paintings in front of her were gorgeous, so I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Then, in the corner of my eye, I spotted something that irritated me immensely.

“What the hell is that?” I growled through my teeth.

She stiffened and glanced at me before following my gaze.

“A portrait that I found in my stuff,” she said, biting her lower lip. “Leo dropped off another suitcase that my father gave him to give to me and it was in there.”

Fury boiled in me.

The portrait was of Gavin.

Clenching my fists, I turned to look at her.

“Why is it in here?”

She met my gaze and then shrugged.

“He’s well known around here and it’s one of my better portrait paintings. I thought maybe it could have a chance at the auction,” she said as if it was no big deal.

A low growl escaped my throat.

“I refuse to allow my wife to use a portrait of her ex-boyfriend,” I sneered.

She looked almost frightened as she took a step back.

“Then, what else should I do?” She asked, eyeing me carefully.

I took my coat off and put it on a nearby chair before stepping toward her, my eyes never leaving hers.

“Paint me,” I ordered. “I’ll be your model.”