Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

At the time of my kidnapping, Erik was patrolling outside. I'm sure she probably saw that somebody had broken into the palace and was most likely the one who called Elliot and took me to the hospital.

"I've told you to just call me, Silver," I told him, walking towards him.

He smirked.

"And your husband would have my balls in a handbasket if I did that," he teased, opening the back seat of the car. "Let me take you home."

"I can call a cab," I told him as I held up my phone. Just then, my phone died.

I frowned at the screen and then sighed in defeat.

Chuckling, Erik motioned for me to get in.

"Come on; it's my job to protect you, remember?" He asked.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I nodded and gave him a sheepish smile as I slid into the back seat of the car.

"I'm surprised the Alpha isn't joining you," Erik said as he pulled away from the hospital.

I shrugged my shoulder, trying to be nonchalant.

"He's too busy tending to Shirley," I muttered; even I could hear the bitterness in my own voice.

Erik raised an eyebrow as he glanced at me in the mirror.

"Shirley was incredible when she rescued you," he admitted. "The Alpha was grateful to her."

I nodded, not sure what else to say.

"Are you okay?" He finally asked after a long silence.

"Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "Just tired."

Even though Erik had become a friend to me, I still didn't trust him. He was under the influence, not to mention the employment, of Elliot.

The rest of the carried was silent. When we reached the front entrance of the palace, I thanked Erik and got out of the car. He walked with me inside and did a quick patrol of the inside of the house, ordering the gammas outside to do another sweep of the outside. I noticed that there were a lot more gammas on the perimeter than there had been yesterday, and I wondered if that was because of me.

I went straight into the parlor and put my phone on the charger against the wall. Then, I walked into the kitchen. Immediately, I was pulled into a tight hug from Mariah. She had tears in her eyes and her body trembled as she held me close.

"I was so worried about you," she breathed. "I saw the blood on the ground, and I couldn't believe something like that happened to you."

"Blood on the ground?" I asked, frowning.

She nodded.

"You hit your head on the glass coffee table. The maids replacedzit and cleaned the mess, but not before saw it all as I passed through," she said, her eyes wide and alert. "How are you feeling?"

"Small concussion, but I'm okay," I told her. "Mariah, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," she said, releasing me. "Come sit down. I made your favorite soup for lunch. We can talk and eat at the same time."

I went over to the island counter and

She

sat on the barstool. She poured me a bowl of baked potato soup; my mouth watered at the incredible scents that formed in my nose also poured me a mug of tea and placed sweetener and milk on the counter beside me.

I took a big bite of the soup and immediately moaned at the delicious flavors.

"It's so good," I murmured.

She smiled; pleased with herself.

She started to pour bowls for herself and other staff members around the palace. Mariah always prepared the meals for the staff members in the palace, and I was beyond grateful to her for that. She always said, "Even though they are low-ranking wolves, they are still pack members and they deserve hot meals."

I couldn't agree with her more.

"So, what did you want to ask me?" She asked after a little while.

I swallowed the soup in my throat.

"I wanted to ask about Shirley," I confessed, staring at my bowl of soup. "Does she come around here often? Like, does she hang out with Elliot a lot?"

I already knew the answer to this, but I needed to hear it from someone else. She looked uncertain for a moment before her brows pinched together.

"I believe her visits are usually business related. But yes, she comes here often. I don't know what she talks to the Alpha about though. She stays locked in his office."

A knot formed in my stomach, tighter than the one before.

"And he's usually in there with her," I asked, my voice strained.

She was hesitant but she gave me a nod.

I stood to my feet and gave her a small smile.

"Thank you, that's all I needed to know," I told her.

She furrowed her brows together just as I turned away from her.

"Silver, are you okay?" She asked, calling after me.

I paused for a moment before I left the kitchen and I said over my shoulder, "Honestly, I don't know."