Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle by Aurora Starling

Silver's POV

I instinctively reached up and touched the mark on my neck. I hadn't thought about covering it up, but at that moment, I regretted that decision. I bit my lower lip and glanced at the ground. I could feel Scott's eyes on me and my cheeks burned as I thought about what to

say.

"Yeah," I murmured. "It wasn't in my control."

His brows furrowed as he continued to burn his eyes into my face.

"What do you mean it wasn't in your control?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"He marked me without getting my permission," I told him, shrugging casually. "It's okay though..." I tried to add.

He scoffed and shook his head as he took me in.

"No, it's not okay, Silver. This is exactly why that asshole needs to die. Someone like him and his father don't deserve to live and by tomorrow night, his family will no longer exist."

I had to swallow the bile that rose in my throat upon hearing his words. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach. I glanced at the ground again and nodded my head. I knew that being here and pretending to be a part of Scott's circle was going to be major turmoil for me. But I still did it because my pack needs me; my mate needs me.

grabbed my arm and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly and rubbing my back soothingly. I knew he was trying to act like a big brother, but I just felt uncomfortable being this

my word. I will do everything I can to protect you. He won't take anyone else

I only nodded. He released

we should have dinner and then we can prepare for tomorrow," he told me, pulling me along

walked past the front room and the stairs that led upstairs. I glanced up at the stairway as we walked; there were no lights on, and I couldn't help but wonder what

neb

and for all. I'd like stab him with it before he does something harmful to those I love. The thought of anything

pit of

kitchen, there were a few others piling food on their plates before leaving the room. Some of them spared me quick glances, but none of them said anything to me. I wondered what

a bit out of

uncomfortable. They were all

and had never

not the ones I should ever be around. Now, I stood in a kitchen full of them and I wasn't really sure what to

was one of them for crying out

one of the cooks who gave him

your favorite," she told him,