Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

"Alpha, Luna, where have you been? You were searched for at the banquet last night," Beta Leo said as we walked through the front doors of the palace.

We stayed at the horse track until the sun began to rise early this morning. Elliot didn't want to take a chance of having me be seen, so we stayed wrapped in each other's arms. Eventually, we both fell asleep and when we woke up, I was back to normal.

"Do I really need to explain myself to you, Beta?" Elliot asked coldly, making Beta Leo pale.

"No, but I wasn't sure what to tell the packmates. It would have been nice if you warned me that you were leaving."

Elliot wrapped an arm around me and tucked me into his side.

"I don't need to inform you when I want to have a little quality time with my wife," he said, his voice dropping low and deadly. All traces of that sincere, kind, and gentle man that comforted me all night were gone.

Leo bowed his head, baring his neck as Elliot's Alpha powers washed over him.

"Of course, sir. I apologize," he said, his voice low and defeated. Before Elliot could guide me away, Leo spoke up again. "Sir, there was another rogue attack last night. With that creature that appeared at the banquet and the series of attacks, I was only seeking you out because I was worried for your safety."

Elliot paused and turned to look at his beta.

"Another rogue attack? Was anyone hurt?"

"One of the gammas is in critical condition," Leo answered solemnly. "I just returned from there. I was hoping he would be awake and tell me what exactly happened, but he was still in a coma. The others didn't actually see the rogues but heard the attack. When they got there, this gamma was lying on the ground covered in his own blood. The stench of rogues was all over the place."

A low growl escaped Elliot's throat.

"I'm going to change and then I'll meet you at the packhouse. Gather some of the toughest gammas."

"Yes, Alpha," Beta Leo said nodding his head.

Without another word, Beta Leo left the palace.

I turned to look at Elliot, worry clear on my face as I peeked up at his strong and determined features.

"Please, be safe," I told him.

He smirked, a playfulness in his eyes that made my heart flip in my chest.

"Are you worried for me, Mrs. Crown?"

I bit my lower lip, trying to keep a stern face, but feeling a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.

"I simply need you so I can keep my status as Luna and continue to drive your nephew insane," I teased right back.

He looked alarmed and a flash of hurt went through his eyes, making me laugh. I stood on my toes and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"Just be safe, my husband," I whispered before walking past him, making sure to sway my hips as I continued up the stairs.

I felt Elliot's eyes on me the entire time and I would be lying if I said it didn't make me feel good about myself. I liked that he was checking me out and seemingly liking what he was seeing.

At some point, Elliot must have left

because he didn't return to our

bedroom. I was able to take a shower and put on some fresh clothes My wardrobe for the day consisted of waist-high skin-tight jeans and a white crop top. tied my hair into a pony and applied only a little makeup to make myself feel lively.

Once I was done getting dressed, I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I was pleased that Mariah, was in the kitchen, and I was even more pleased when I smelled breakfast cooking. My mouth was practically watering at the different Scents.

She turned and gave me a kind smile as I sat at the kitchen island.

"I hope you're hungry. I made plenty of food," she told me.

"Starving," I admitted.

She piled food onto a plate and poured a cup of coffee for me. She grabbed some creamers and sweeteners and placed those on the counter as well.

"I'm a bit short-staffed at the

packhouse this afternoon, so, I'll be going there to help in the kitchen. So,

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Mariah told me.

I bit into a piece of bacon and moaned with satisfaction.

"I might take you up on that," I told her. "I'm going to spend some time in my studio and work on some paintings."

She nodded thoughtfully.

"I can't wait to see what you've been working so hard on," she said, a sly smile on her lips.

I winked at her.

"Soon enough, all will be revealed," I teased.

She chuckled and started to clean up the kitchen.

We bantered some while I continued to eat breakfast and once, I finished, she grabbed my plate and coffee mug to clean them.

"I can do that," I protested.

"And then what would I do?" She asked, raising her brows. "Let me do my job, Luna Crown."

I smiled at her and shook my head; I knew there was no arguing with her. I slid off the barstool and went into my studio to get to work on my newest painting.