Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

I had no idea the other Alphas were staying in this pack. I'm sure they were all over the packhouse. It was no wonder Elliot's been so busy lately. I felt foolish to think it had anything to do with me. But I wished he would communicate this stuff with me. Instead, I feel as if he's spending all of his time with Shirley.

"Let's get you ready for the ball; it's going to take at least a day," she told me, assessing my current appearance.

I frowned.

"Give me a break, I just got out of bed," I said defensively.

She laughed.

We spent the entire day getting ready for this ball. She was right; it took a lot to get me ready for this evening's events.

By the time everything was put together, the sun was setting, and it was almost time to leave. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about such an event. When I finally put the dress on and looked at myself in the mirror, I gasped at my appearance.

I hardly recognized myself. It was beautiful.

"Wow," I whispered, unable to form real words.

"Wow is an understatement," she said, pleased with herself. "You are going to be the belle of this ball. Now let's go find your prince."

I smiled and nodded as I followed her out of the room. She helped me navigate through the palace with my dress and by the time we reached the front foyer, Beta Leo and Elliot were standing at the doorway. They both turned to look at me as I arrived, and I swear Elliot's jaw dropped.

I could see the desires pooling in his eyes and it made me blush.

"Hey," I said to him, not sure what else to say.

he replied. "You look beautiful," he finally said after

blushed at the

looked extremely expensive and the red tie he

me

asked, I nodded and took his arm without

limo that waited for our arrival in front of the palace. My heart was racing the

hand and kept himself close to me, which I

time we got to the ball, my head was spinning. It was a huge event and there were so many people entering. There was a camera crew capturing everything and trying to get those entering the ball to

a bit annoyed by

their questions. Tabloid reporters always

nodded, feeling a nervous pit in

and we stepped out of the limo. Elliot kept a

crowd and

reporters wasted no time as soon as they

That can't be the Luna!"

is it true you are secretly having an affair

Elliot tightened his hold on me, probably knowing that the

what designer

true you came between Elliot

mouth to retort, but Elliot's words from

lowered my gaze

rest of the

took a deep breath as he turned to face

okay?"

by the question,

"Yeah," I told him.