Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

"Luna Crown, did the Alpha leave?" The waiter asked as he returned with the champagne. I stared at his empty spot across the table feeling nothing but numb. He asked me out on this romantic date, and then he abandoned me for Shirley.

I understood that Shirley was hurt and needed him, but he didn't even seem remorseful about leaving me here by myself. He was all but eager to leave and see Shirley. The waiter set the glass in front of me and poured me some champagne.

"He had a work emergency," I finally managed to get out. "You know how it is... he's the Alpha. He can never rest." I tried to appear nonchalant about the ordeal, but I knew that the waiter could see right through me.

He nodded thoughtfully.

"The fried calamari will be out soon. Would you like to put in some more food?" He asked, getting his notepad and pen ready.

I hadn't eaten much today, and I knew I probably should have a decent meal, but I wasn't very hungry right now. I grabbed the champagne and took a long and steady sip, hoping the alcohol would help numb the pain that's wedged itself deep into my chest.

"Would it be possible to take the calamari to go?" I asked him, still trying to mask the hurt. "And maybe add an order of deviled eggs?"

"Of course," the waiter said, writing it on his notepad. "I'll be right back."

nodded and took another sip of the champagne. I continued to stare at the spot where Elliot once sat, and I felt sick to my stomach. I knew I wasn't going to be hungry later, but I

refused to let them spill here though. I wasn't going to let anyone from this pack see my weakness. I wrapped my arms around my body as if I was trying to hold myself together, which was exactly what I was

my food, but I hadn't realized the to-go boxes were sitting in front of me on

and then nodded, still feeling

I lied. "I suppose you are here to

a bit

the

at Erik. He was tall and buff which

tire of being the personal driver?" I asked as we headed toward the door. "I mean, you are trained for much more. Isn't it insulting that you are used as the driver?"

work together to ensure safety; that's the number one goal. I don't see myself as a personal driver, I see myself as a bodyguard. I'm not

from any harm that may come to you during your travels. When I'm not

doing