Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle by Aurora Starling

Silver's POV

My heart was racing as I stared up at Elliot. Was he really the owner of this art gallery? Did that mean he was the one who sent me the invitation for the auction?

My mind was whirling with different thoughts as Elliot turned to see a pale-faced Barret as he shrunk under Elliot's scrutiny.

Leo appeared by my side, and he took it upon himself to calm the growing crowd around us.

"Rest assured, Alpha Elliot is the owner of this gallery and Miss Silver Stormwind is his wife. If you disrespect her, you disrespect him as well. Please, resume your activities and pay us no mind," Beta Leo ordered, his voice having a sense of authority over the crowd.

The crowd murmured excitedly as they gazed at me and then at Elliot.

"He must be the one in her paintings!" Someone in the crowd said to the others.

"It makes so much sense now!" Some else cooed.

With curious whispers and glances in my direction, the crowd departed, and the music resumed.

"I... I had no idea she was your wife, Alpha," Barret said, keeping his head lowered. "Please accept my apologies."

"Apologize to my wife for your blatant disrespect, Mr. Anders," Elliot said, his voice bitter.

at me and I could see

sorry, Miss Stormwind,

didn't respond; I was too stunned to

Elliot said,

gasped and Barrett

"But Alpha-"

repeat myself, Barret. Leave before another

another word, Barret left

one of the gallery workers to approach us and when she did, I recognized her

I know there's extra clothes

Elliot a brief look before following the worker upstairs and into a bedroom. I didn't know this gallery doubled as a home as well

the closet and uncovered a gorgeous black dress, but it was a little too revealing for my taste and I felt a little

worker looked at me with satisfaction though, so I swallowed my embarrassment and followed her back down the stairs and to

a look of desire crossing his face as he took in the new dress. I thought he was going to be upset that I was showing off so much of my cleavage like Gavin would have been, but a small smile spread across

me," he said, wrapping an arm around

throat as I gazed up at him. The music had slowed down, and the lighting dimmed slightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to pull me toward the dance floor where others were dancing with

was no longer feeling embarrassed about the dress. His warmth enveloped me, and I put my face against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his

for, but I felt nothing, but ease and I wanted this moment to last for a long