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 ton of

truly was a

the new blouses and put on a pair of designer jeans.

everything else away in the closet and

was doing with my paintings. Gamma Erik was kind enough to drive me; apparently, Elliot assigned him to be my personal driver and escort when needed. Once I got inside the exhibit, my heart

selling my

it was

Stella's friends, including one of Stella's suitors. Stella had a string of men at her feet

me you already got

weak to get dumped," another said

didn't honestly think he'd stay with you, did you? Look at

I asked, ignoring their taunting.

busy showcasing her work of art to deal with someone as insignificant as you," her

I glared at him.

I told him pointing to the ones on display. "I worked on these for so

them laugh like I just told the

laughed. "Someone like you could never create something as incredible

always been jealous of her, and I know you've been jealous because she's able to get any guy she wants

to ring. I grabbed it from my bag, but one of