Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

"My pack is fine," she said. "I'm here to help you like we agreed upon."

"And I appreciate your help as always. But I don't think I'll need it today. I have meetings I need to take care of—"

"I know," she said, handing me a planner. "I took it upon myself to organize your meetings for today. I'll sit in on them and make sure there's no funny business. These other Alpha's can't be as trusted. Especially the Alpha from the Stormwind pack."

The Alpha from the Stormwind pack was Silver's father; I couldn't agree more. He couldn't be trusted. But right now, we needed alliances to help protect our packs from these rogue attacks. We were all dealing with the same issue, and it was time we came together and resolved the problem.

I nodded my thanks to Shirley and she gave me a small smile as I took my seat at the desk.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She walked around my desk, and I felt her hands on my shoulders. I immediately tensed at her touch; my wolf scowled, and I had to fight back the growl that emerged from my throat. Something about the way she was touching me... or maybe it was just her touch in general, I did not like.

"You are so tense, Elliot. Remember when we used to go to parties together and everyone thought we were the cutest couple," she said, chuckling.

I shrugged her hands off my shoulders.

"We were never a couple," I told her, my voice turning cold.

"I know that, but they didn't," she said. "We were voted the best couple by our peers. Don't you ever wonder what it would be like to actually be a couple?"

"No," I told her, my voice coming out short. "We have always just been friends, Shirley. Plus, I'm married. It would be a waste of time to think of such things."

She rolled her eyes and sighed as she leaned against the desk, facing me.

"You can't be serious about that marriage, Elliot," she said, folding her arms across her chest, and pushing up her breasts in the process. I didn't make it a point to notice; I just stared at her face, not wanting to discuss this any further but Shirley was stubborn, and I knew she wasn't going to drop the subject. "She's not good enough for you..."

"She's my wife and the Luna of this pack, Shirley. I won't tolerate disrespect. Speak about her again, and we will have an issue," I told her.

She opened her mouth to respond, but thankfully Beta Leo interrupted when he knocked on the door.

"If you'll excuse me; I have meetings I need to tend to. Sit in them if you'd like, but keep Silver's name out of your mouth."

She looked stunned but she said nothing more on the subject.

By the time I got home later in the evening, I was exhausted. I went to my bedroom first, hoping that Silver was there getting ready for bed. But when I saw that the bedroom and bathroom were empty, I decided to check her studio instead.

I could feel her presence behind the door before I opened it.

Silver was seated at her stool, hard at work with her painting. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her as she worked tirelessly. I wondered if she even left this stupid at all today.

Her clothes were covered in watercolor, and she had paint smeared all over her face.

It made a smile twitch at the corner of my lips when I saw sweat, mixed with different colored watercolors, trailing down the nape of her neck, right along the red markings that I left on her skin last night.

She never looked more attractive to me.