Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

Stella opened her own art gallery a couple of years ago and because of her popularity and rank in the pack, everybody knows her and loves her work. If only they knew she didn't paint her work herself. "I'll head to the gallery and see what's going on," I told her.

"Need any backup?" Rebecca asked and I knew she wanted me to say yes, which was exactly why I said no.

"I'll be fine," I said. "If I need help, I'll call you."

"Okay," she sighed. "So, how's the married life?"

I bit my lower lip and thought about what to say before answering.

"It's a contract marriage," I admitted. "I'm just a bed partner under the guise of a wife."

Just then there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, a familiar woman stood at the doorway with a ton of bags and boxes she was juggling. I let her into my room and she scrambled over to my bed, placing everything down breathlessly.

I recognized her as one of the maids in this mansion. There were quite a few of them running around including some cooks who cooked incredible foods throughout the day.

"The Alpha wanted me to bring these things to you. New clothes, jewelry, and shoes. I spent all morning collecting it all."

"Thank you," I said to her, not sure what else to say.

"What was that?" Rebecca asked. I forgot she was on the phone.

"Apparently Elliot wanted a maid to get me a whole new wardrobe."

I opened one of my bags and saw a ton of expensive and elegant-looking blouses, skirts, designer jeans, and pants. There were leggings, and gorgeous shoes of many different styles, and the boxes contained elegant dresses. Way fancier than I had ever worn before.

another bag, there was a

was a whole

blouses and put on a

in the closet and

paintings. Gamma Erik was kind enough to drive me; apparently, Elliot assigned him to be my personal

selling

name wasn't on them... it was

I looked up to see a collection of people, watching me. I recognized them as Stella's friends, including one of Stella's suitors. Stella had

you already got

to get dumped," another said with

stay with you, did you? Look at you. You're pathetic," the

their taunting. "I need to speak

art to deal with someone as insignificant as you," her suitor, Lucas, said with a

I glared at him.

are mine," I told him pointing to the ones on display. "I worked on these for

made them laugh like I just told the funniest

laughed. "Someone like you could never create something as incredible as this. Don't flatter yourself." "I'm telling the

her, and I know you've been jealous because she's able to

bag, but one of