Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle by Aurora Starling

Silver's POV

Elliot was finishing getting dressed when I went into our bedroom. I had my arms folded across my chest as I watched him put on his best suit and fix his hair in the full-length mirror. He looked at me in the mirror and then turned to face me.

"Can you help me put this tie on?" He asked, holding out his maroon tie for me.

My body felt numb; I was on autopilot as I walked toward him and took the tie from his hands. I wrapped it around him and started to tie it just as my father taught me to do when I was young. He always told me it was my womanly duty to help men with their ties, so I made it a point to learn how to tie one.

"Are you going out this evening?" I asked him, knowing it was a stupid question.

"Hmm," he hummed, not giving me any other indication of what he was up to tonight.

Why would he? It's not like he would openly tell his wife that he's taking another woman out on a date. Even if I am a contract wife.

"Where are you going?" I found myself asking. I had to focus to keep my hands from trembling as I finished with his tie.

He was staring at my face indifferently and it made me uncomfortable under his scrutiny. I hated this tension between us.

"The Water Grove Restaurant," he finally answered.

My heart fell into my stomach again; the Water Grove Restaurant was the fanciest and most expensive restaurant in the region. The fact that he's taking Shirley there hurts more than anything. I knew the restaurant was inside of a really elegant hotel owned by the Crown Pack. So, not only was he taking her to a fancy restaurant, but technically, he was taking her to a hotel too.

Once I finished with the tie, I dropped my hands to my sides and lowered my gaze.

"Don't wait up. I'm not sure how long I'll be out," he told me, turning back to the mirror to finish getting ready. "Mariah will make one of your favorite meals tonight. I arranged for her to do so myself." I lifted my gaze to look at him, but he was fixated on his reflection.

the sentimental gesture, especially after our argument

sure my wife eats dinner?" He asked, now he was looking at me through the mirror and I felt

cared that much,"

that well," he

ground. After a few awkward moments, he turned to look at

not to get yourself into any trouble," he

pressed my lips firmly

not a child," I said through

and reached the door;

just before he swung the

around me. She turned when she saw me, and a smile lit her face. "Good

smells great," I

at the

she turned to retrieve the dinner from the oven. She placed it on the stove for it to

delicious, Mariah," I

like it," she

while I ate. Just as I was finishing

the clock and frowned; it was almost 9 pm. Who

saw the number flashing across the screen,

Oh boy.

the green answer button and

"Hello?"

Leo," Leo said, and I could hear the urgency in