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

at

luxury suit that looked extremely expensive and the red tie he wore. I smiled at

offered me

asked, I nodded and took his arm without

that waited for our arrival in front of the palace. My heart was racing the entire drive to the ball. I wasn't sure what to expect I had never been to an event like this before; it was all

my hand and

event and there were so many people entering. There was a camera crew capturing everything and trying to get those entering the ball to answer

a bit

of their questions. Tabloid reporters always twist things

pit in the middle

we stepped out of the limo. Elliot kept a

crowd and towards the

as soon as

is your date for the evening? That can't be the Luna!"

are secretly

hold on me, probably knowing that the questions of these reporters were getting

Silver, what designer dress

between Elliot and his true

but Elliot's words

lowered my gaze

rest of the

deep breath as he turned

okay?" He

the question, but

"Yeah," I told him.