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

truly was a whole new

I dressed in one of the new blouses and put on a pair of designer jeans. They all fit perfectly

the closet and drawers

what Stella 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

selling

on them... it was her name. They were

to see a collection of people, watching me. I recognized them as Stella's friends, including

Don't tell me you already got

someone wolfless and weak to get

did you? Look at you. You're pathetic," the first girl

taunting. "I need

busy showcasing her work of art to deal with someone

I glared at him.

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

I just told the funniest joke

could never create something as incredible as this. Don't flatter yourself." "I'm

just jealous that you aren't your sister. You've always been jealous of her, and I know you've been jealous because she's able to get

ring. I grabbed it from my bag, but one of Stella's friends grabbed it before I