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.

could see the fear behind

sorry, Miss Stormwind, please accept my

didn't respond; I was too

fired," Elliot said, turning his

gasped and Barrett stammered

"But Alpha-"

repeat myself, Barret.

another word, Barret left the

workers to approach us and when she did, I

to get changed. I know

Elliot a brief look before following the worker upstairs and into

taste and I felt a little strange putting it on. The dress was

at me with satisfaction though, so I swallowed my embarrassment

eyes 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 upset that I was showing off so much of my cleavage like Gavin would have been, but a small smile spread across his

arm around my waist and pulling my flesh

wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to pull me toward the

I couldn't help but feel a sense of protection in his arms. The way he was looking at me made my cheeks flush and I 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

nothing, but ease and I wanted this moment to