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.

in a sharp breath as I looked up at him. My face was probably

when you thought I was meeting with a

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

jealous?" He asked, a smirk now playing on

course not," I lied; my breathy tone gave away my

I felt heat forming on my lower abdomen. He got closer to me, pressing his hard body into mine, and just as his lips brushed across mine a bright light slammed into my vision, and pain shot

from me as I shielded

no! Not now, not

as I stepped into the hallway, but the pain remained. Panic consumed me and I

to my eyes, and I fell to the ground, pressing my back against the wall, I pulled my knees up to my chest and

but I tried to muffle the

was a knock on the

I heard Elliot calling out to me. "Are you in

"I'm okay," I mustered.

as the lights in my vision turned chaotic. My whole body shook,

demanded, my voice coming out louder and

But that relief only lasted a moment when I saw my

down at my hands, I saw how pale

was

Elliot could never

ha

be morning.

what time it was when I finally opened my eyes, but once I did, I saw that my hair was back to normal,

on the bed and

wondered if he had been

because

him, fearing that he would question

quickly. "I'm just

Instead, he waited for me to slide into bed and turn away from him. Then, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close

***

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

difficult. Most around the area had

who was now fully healed, was kind enough to accompany me around the town and surrounding towns to showcase my paintings

the day, I was emotionally drained. Rebecca and I sat in the kitchen of the mansion sipping on tea that a maid prepared for us and eating some food that Mariah

said, grabbing my arm and giving me a little shake of encouragement. "How about Pandora's Bloom? We haven't tried that

Bloom. That was one of the most exclusive galleries in the world. It didn't just have art, it also

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