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.

I could see the fear behind his

Miss Stormwind, please

I was too

out. You're fired," Elliot

gasped and

"But Alpha-"

myself, Barret. Leave before another scene is

another word, Barret left

the gallery workers to approach us

take my wife to get changed. I know there's extra clothes

the worker upstairs and into a bedroom.

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

with satisfaction though, so I swallowed my embarrassment and followed her back down the stairs and

darkened, and I saw a look of desire crossing his face as he took in the new dress. I thought he was going to be

he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling

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

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

felt nothing, but ease and I wanted this moment