Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle by Aurora Starling

Stella opened her own art gallery a couple of years ago and because of her popularity and rank in the pack, everybody knows her and loves her work. If only they knew she didn't paint her work herself. "I'll head to the gallery and see what's going on," I told her.

"Need any backup?" Rebecca asked and I knew she wanted me to say yes, which was exactly why I said no.

"I'll be fine," I said. "If I need help, I'll call you."

"Okay," she sighed. "So, how's the married life?"

I bit my lower lip and thought about what to say before answering.

"It's a contract marriage," I admitted. "I'm just a bed partner under the guise of a wife."

Just then there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, a familiar woman stood at the doorway with a ton of bags and boxes she was juggling. I let her into my room and she scrambled over to my bed, placing everything down breathlessly.

I recognized her as one of the maids in this mansion. There were quite a few of them running around including some cooks who cooked incredible foods throughout the day.

"The Alpha wanted me to bring these things to you. New clothes, jewelry, and shoes. I spent all morning collecting it all."

"Thank you," I said to her, not sure what else to say.

"What was that?" Rebecca asked. I forgot she was on the phone.

"Apparently Elliot wanted a maid to get me a whole new wardrobe."

blouses, skirts, designer jeans, and pants. There were leggings, and gorgeous shoes of many different styles, and the boxes contained elegant dresses. Way

was a

truly was a

and put on a pair of designer jeans. They all fit perfectly and showed off all

else away in the closet and drawers that Elliot cleared

my paintings. Gamma Erik was kind enough to drive me; apparently, Elliot assigned him to

was selling

it was her

to see a collection of people, watching me. I recognized them as Stella's friends, including one of

tell me you

and weak to get

honestly think he'd stay with you, did you? Look at you. You're

Stella?" I asked, ignoring their taunting.

her work of art to deal with someone

I glared at him.

mine," I told him pointing to the ones on display. "I worked on these for so long and she has

them laugh like I just told the funniest joke in the

"Someone like you could never create something as incredible as

lying, Silver. You're just jealous that you aren't your sister. You've always been jealous of her, and I know you've been jealous because she's able to get any guy she wants and you're

it from my bag, but one

would be calling you? You don't have any friends," one of the girls laughed as she tossed