Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle by Aurora Starling

Silver's POV

"You shouldn't be in here," the mortician said as we walked into the cold room in the basement of the hospital. I had never been in a morgue before and I wasn't sure what I was expecting. But it was dark and gloomy down here. "I need to see my husband," I demanded.

The mortician narrowed his eyes at me, trying to figure out who I was and then it clicked.

"Mrs. Crown? Erm... Luna?"

I nodded.

"Let me see Elliot," I demanded again.

"When did you wake up?" He asked. "How are you walking around right now?"

"Please," I said, stepping towards him. "Let me see my husband."

He looked at Charlotte who gave him a curt nod and he sighed.

He opened the door where they were keeping Elliot's body and he slid him out, putting him on the metal table. He was in a body bag, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he unzipped the bag, revealing for still, pale, and cold husband.

I had to stifle a sob upon seeing him. I couldn't believe that he was there... dead. He actually died.

I bit my lip... I had to believe in the Moon Goddess. She told me I could save him... I had to trust her.

on his face; he was so cold. I hated seeing him like this. Everyone in the room was silent as I unzipped the bag further, revealing his chest. The wound was still on his chest along with the

need a knife or something

"Mrs. Crown, I-"

"Please," I demanded firmly.

grabbed a small knife and handed it to me. To everyone's horror, I ran the knife across

"Silver!" Rebecca gasped.

are you doing?!"

watched blood pool in the palm of my hand. I held my breath and then I placed my hand over his chest, on his wound, smearing the blood across the black

feel

and imagined him healing and the veins disappearing. I could feel my blood seeping into his body, and I could feel my energy spiking. My wolf was howling in my mind, calling out to our mate, desperately

Charlotte whispered. "Are the black veins

possible?"

answered, "Because she's magical and she has the Goddess on her

Elliot's POV

6 months later

my wife, and

dark hair was curled and hanging loosely around her shoulders, beautiful flowers

my hand, love and hope clear in

had been 6

my first breath and my eyes opened; I heard the screams of my sister and then she sobbed as she wrapped her arms around me. Silver had