Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

Leo took Rebecca home while I went with Elliot.

I knew I had no right to be upset over who Elliot spent his time with. But I thought as his wife, he would have a little bit more respect towards me than that.

My stomach knotted at the very thought of Elliot's hands on someone else.

Once he parked the car, he offered his hand to help me out of the vehicle, but I declined it, walking past him and into the mansion. I expected to see a half-naked girl lurking around somewhere but was surprised when I didn't see any.

I turned to face Elliot who was watching me with uncertainty at the doorway.

"What am I supposed to be seeing?" I asked him after a beat of silence.

He furrowed his brows.

"Come with me," he ordered, walking past me and up the stairs.

I sighed and followed him towards our bedroom. My entire body felt paralyzed. Did he seriously have another woman in our bedroom? Was he going to have sex with her in the same bed we slept in? Flashbacks of my time with Gavin invaded my mind; the moment I caught him cheating on me in the same bed we shared together.

I suddenly felt sick.

He looked over his shoulder at me just as he pushed the door open, and he frowned.

"Are you coming?" He asked, watching me almost warily.

I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to hide my unease.

I walked into the room with him and paused when I saw that it was empty. Frowning, I looked at him, expecting him to say something. But his eyes flashed over to a shelf and when my eyes followed his gaze, I nearly choked on my own saliva.

Those were not there this morning.

They are little toy cars.

No; they were model cars.

Models... not a model.

Shame and embarrassment slammed into me like a sledgehammer.

Oh, Moon Goddess. I made such a fool out of myself. I looked at Elliot briefly and saw him still watching me but this time, his right brow was arched. He was waiting for me to say something, but I had nothing to say. I was humiliated and I just wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.

"I should call Rebecca and see how she's doing," I said in a rush, pointing at the doorway. I wanted to run out of the room and hide.

could retreat from the room, Elliot grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall, pinning me with his body. I sucked in a sharp breath as I looked up at him. My face was probably as red as a cherry and my heart hammered wildly in my chest;

a model this evening?" He asked, his voice sultry and making my

from his. He had me in a captivated trance; his heat and scent consumed

a smirk

not," I lied; my breathy tone gave

forming on my lower abdomen. He got closer to me, pressing his hard body into mine, and just as his lips brushed

gasped and shoved him away from

Not

the pain remained. Panic consumed me and I continued

pressing my back against the

consumed me, but I tried

a knock on the

Elliot calling out to me. "Are you

"I'm okay," I mustered.

in my vision turned chaotic. My whole body shook, and I heard

coming out louder and

lasted a moment when I saw my hair,

at my hands, I saw how pale I

truly was

was something Elliot could never

ha

be morning.

flash in my eyes. I'm not sure what time it was when I finally opened my eyes, but once I did, I saw that my hair was back to normal, and my skin no longer looked pale. I let out a shaky breath, knowing Elliot was probably so upset with me for pushing him

on the bed and when I

if he had been

he upset because I rejected

nervously approached him, fearing that he would question me about

"I'm

away from him. Then, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him, and held me while

***

since that night and thankfully, Elliot still hadn't brought it up. I mainly spent a lot of time in my studio though, trying to recreate the paintings that Stella destroyed and sold in her exhibit. My plan had always been the same. Find an art gallery that will partner with me and have them display and possibly sell my artwork. Living in Stella's shadow made that dream difficult. But with the artwork I had worked

work has been even more difficult. Most around the area had already seen the same work being displayed at Stella's exhibit, and they

the town and surrounding towns to showcase my paintings to different galleries. They all but

nothing but rejection after rejection and at the end of the day, I was emotionally drained. Rebecca and I sat in the kitchen of the

my arm and giving me a little shake of encouragement.

the world. It didn't

the region; there's no way Pandora's Bloom will want my art in their gallery," I told her, taking a sip of