Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

I sighed and grabbed my watercolors. As always, I got lost in the painting, even though I was kind of ruining it. Painting always gave me a sense of belonging. I could push all thoughts out of my mind and just focus on my work.

It took a little over an hour to alter the painting and when I finished, I couldn't help but chuckle. He was going to be so angry.

While I let it dry, I went into the kitchen to see if dinner was ready yet. There were a couple of workers in the kitchen, but there was no sign of Mariah.

"Where's Mariah?" I asked one of the chefs.

"She went to help out at the packhouse," she explained. "Are you hungry? I just finished with the roast beef."

My mouth watered as she took the roast beef out of the oven. It smelled incredible; with it was potatoes and roasted carrots.

"Starving," I admitted.

She piled good onto a plate and slid it across the counter for me. As I ate, I couldn't help but feel a bit sad. Elliot isn't here to eat with me and usually, he's home around now. "Have you heard from the Alpha?" I asked the worker.

She shook her head.

not. He's probably still working at the packhouse. I've heard there have been some rogue attacks

I nodded, understanding.

and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my mouth. The look on the worker's face told me that she

with the napkin

I

to eat; the kitchen fell silent, and I was once thrust into my own thoughts. I had a longing for

ate the last of the food before handing my empty plate to one of the workers. After thanking them, I returned to the studio to check on my painting. It was almost completely dry. Pleased with myself, I took the portrait back upstairs and hung it

hitched when he stepped up behind me. I couldn't even look at

are you

off when he caught sight of the portrait I was standing in front of. Immediately, the energy in the room shifted I heard

this?" He asked,

my eyes averted from his. I was too nervous to look at him. I wasn't sure what

question. What is this?" He asked