Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle by Aurora Starling

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.

the wall, pinning me with his body. I sucked in a sharp breath as I looked up at him. My face was probably as

thought I was meeting with a model this evening?"

eyes away from his. He had me in a

He asked, a smirk now playing on his

I lied; my

abdomen. He got closer to me, pressing his hard body into mine, and just as his lips

and shoved him away from

Not

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

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

but I tried to muffle the

knock on

me. "Are you

"I'm okay," I mustered.

turned chaotic. My whole body shook, and I

voice coming out louder and firmer than I had

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

down at my hands, I saw

was

Elliot could never find

ha

be morning.

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,

bed and when I entered, his gaze

if he had been

because I

him, fearing that he would question me about what happened

I told him quickly. "I'm just going to

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

***

sold in her exhibit. My plan had always been the same. Find an art gallery

has been even more difficult. Most around the area had already seen the same work being displayed at Stella's exhibit,

to accompany me around the town and surrounding towns to showcase my paintings

was nothing but rejection after rejection and at the end of the day, I was emotionally drained. Rebecca and I sat in the kitchen

little shake of encouragement. "How about Pandora's Bloom? We

at the mention of Pandora's Bloom. That was one of the most exclusive galleries in the world. It didn't

way Pandora's Bloom will want my

You could try and get your paintings to

I shook my head.