Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle by Aurora Starling

Silver's POV

This whole thing felt like a fever dream. I couldn't believe that Alpha Elliot was kneeling before me, his eyes wet with unshed tears, confessing that he loved me. Holy hell.

Elliot loves me?

Could this really be happening right now?

I wrapped my arms around my body, desperately trying to hold myself together as my vision became blurry with my own unshed tears. I wasn't sure what to say to him or if I could trust him. These last few weeks have been rough on me emotionally. He's been so consumed with Shirley and seemingly taking her side with everything that I wasn't sure if he was being genuine or not.

I knew our marriage was just a contract; it was for convenience. Perhaps he didn't want me to divorce him because of that contract and the effects I have on him while he sleeps.

Elliot takes my hands in his; sparks of electricity coursing between our joined fingers, bringing my attention back to him.

"Silver," he whispered, his voice hoarse with raw emotions. I swallowed the painful lump that formed in my throat, unable to pull my eyes away from him. I didn't realize how badly I was shaking until his hands touched mine and held them steady. "Please, don't give up on me. Don't give up on us..."

"We got married really fast," I finally spoke, my voice coming out strained. "Maybe it was too fast. We didn't know each other and-"

can't get enough of you... I can't explain it, but I need you in my life. You don't need to tell me you love me back, but I need to know if there's at least a chance for us to make things right. Let me show you how much I love you and want you in my life; not just as my contracted wife, but as my

a lot of stress and anxiety as he bore himself to me. I felt the strange urge to put him out of his misery and pull him to me,

I asked, my voice quivering. "If you find

my knuckles gently, sending waves of warmth throughout my body. My breathing hitched from the contact, and I couldn't seem to take my eyes

change my mind, Silver," he told me firmly. "Not about you; not

more than I thought I would. I pulled my hands away from his and watched as they dropped to his side. He lowered his gaze, a tear escaping his

a man that I was madly,

in

be able to say those words out loud yet, but I could show him in every

thumb, caressing him gently. His gaze lifted and locked onto mine. I gave him a small

first, he was stunned by

advance; he remained frozen,

front of me, with his lips unmoving. But then I felt his

with mine and movie