Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle by Aurora Starling

Silver's POV

My brother came to me in a vision and told me that it was time for me to go with him. But how did he get into my head like this? Was it some kind of twin thing?

The thought of it made me sick; was he able to do this before? If so, why hadn't he reached out to me sooner? Elliot left to grab me a glass of water; he tucked me into bed for the night so I could rest. Despite the pain dispersing, I still had a slight headache, and I was lightheaded. Everything happened so quickly, and I feared for the fate of my mate.

When he returned, I released the breath I hadn't known I was holding. He helped me take a steady sip of the water and I sighed as I felt it going down my throat. He kissed the top of my head and held me in his arms the entire night. He was kind enough to not ask me any questions while I rested.

At some point, I fell asleep and when I woke up, I felt Elliot's soft lips on my cheek. I sighed contently at the feeling of him close to me and when I opened my eyes, I saw him smiling at me.

"Good morning," he said sweetly as he nuzzled his nose against my face.

I smiled at him and sat up, looking around the room. The sun was desperately trying to peer through the window.

"What time is it?" I asked him.

"Almost 10. You slept for a while," he told me. "Mariah is cooking breakfast as we speak, and I just got off the phone with my sister. She's going to be coming over soon."

I nodded and bit my lip.

"I'm going to have to tell her everything, aren't I?" I asked.

"Only tell her what you are comfortable with. But if we want to defeat Scott, we are going to need her help. She might be able to see something that we can't."

as I slid

he helped me to

be here?"

he answered. "I'll head downstairs. Come down

kissing him one last

a pair of jeans and a

before retreating into the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed how worn out I looked. I crinkled my nose

water on my face, trying to wake myself up a little more. Then I ran a brush through my knotted hair before pulling it back;

my cleavage and the fresh mark on my neck. I was completely branded and marked as Elliots. My cheeks grew pink as I stared at the markings on my

dressed, slipped on

flats, and then

kitchen, and I immediately recognized the sound

I completely froze when I saw who was there. "Rebecca?" I asked.

at me

since I told her not to take that drug in the hospital It felt like ages ago.

but I immediately

the last

guilty

her sooner and