Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

Chapter 47

Silver's POV

"Silver!! You made it!" Cara said, jumping up from her seat on the back patio of the packhouse and rushing toward me. Her arms outstretched as she wrapped me in her arms. I wasn't used to others, besides Rebecca, hugging me, so I wasn't entirely sure what to do.

I awkwardly patted her on the back, plastering a smile on my lips. Truth be told, I wasn't going to come to the packhouse today. Yesterday, I was called by the manager of Hope's Gallery, wanting to have a meeting this week about featuring my portraits in their new exhibit. I've worked tirelessly all night creating perfect pieces for this exhibit.

This morning, I was exhausted and didn't expect Cara, who retrieved my number from Gamma Erik, her mate, to ask me to brunch at the packhouse. I wasn't much of a brunch person, but I suppose now that I'm a Luna, it's something I should get used to.

"Thanks for the invitation," I said as she released me.

She looped her arm through mine and pulled me over to her friends who were munching on mini sandwiches and sipping on wine. Emma gave me a small smile while Alison gave me a noncommittal glance. I sat down on one of the lounge chairs, putting my glasses on to shield my eyes from the sun.

"So, Silver. Tell us how you met our Alpha. We are dying to know," Cara dug right into the investigation. I looked at them and saw that they were all staring at me.

What was I supposed to say? What was Elliot telling people? I wanted to make sure my story matched with his. I didn't think he'd want me to tell people the full truth; especially those I just met.

"We met how anyone would meet," I said, shrugging casually. "At a bar."

They all looked at one another.

Cara asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. "He's not a

leaning back in her seat. "It doesn't surprise me that he'd

streak?" Cara asked, her mouth nearly hitting

her friend and

year, so you didn't know him back when his father

my brows at her

I asked. I hadn't seen his father at all since I'd been here; or his mother. It

at me like I

heir demeanor changes.

him and you don't know about his father?"

lower lip, chewing

never came up," I admitted. "He doesn't know much about my family either. Other than the fact that my father is the

as if she was worried others might overhear her. Then she leaned in closer to me, dropping her voice to

was killed by his

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