Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot)

Silver's POV

I instinctively reached up and touched the mark on my neck. I hadn't thought about covering it up, but at that moment, I regretted that decision. I bit my lower lip and glanced at the ground. I could feel Scott's eyes on me and my cheeks burned as I thought about what to

say.

"Yeah," I murmured. "It wasn't in my control."

His brows furrowed as he continued to burn his eyes into my face.

"What do you mean it wasn't in your control?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"He marked me without getting my permission," I told him, shrugging casually. "It's okay though..." I tried to add.

He scoffed and shook his head as he took me in.

"No, it's not okay, Silver. This is exactly why that asshole needs to die. Someone like him and his father don't deserve to live and by tomorrow night, his family will no longer exist."Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

I had to swallow the bile that rose in my throat upon hearing his words. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach. I glanced at the ground again and nodded my head. I knew that being here and pretending to be a part of Scott's circle was going to be major turmoil for me. But I still did it because my pack needs me; my mate needs me.

Scott grabbed my arm and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly and rubbing my back soothingly. I knew he was trying to act like a big brother, but I just felt uncomfortable being this close to him. However, I remained still, not wanting to give him any reason to be suspicious of me.

"He will never hurt you again, Silver. You have my word. I will do everything I can to protect you. He won't take anyone else in my life. That's a promise."

My entire body felt numb, and I wasn't sure what to say in response, so I only nodded. He released me and looked at my face, giving me a broad smile.

"Come on, we should have dinner and then we can prepare for tomorrow," he told me, pulling me along with him.

We walked past the front room and the stairs that led upstairs. I glanced up at the stairway as we walked; there were no lights on, and I couldn't help but wonder what was on the second floor. Perhaps it was his office?

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Is that where the dagger would be? I needed to find that dagger if I was to defeat him once and for all. I'd like stab him with it before he does something harmful to those I love. The thought of anything happening to Elliot left an unsettled feeling in

the pit of my stomach.

As we reached the kitchen, there were a few others piling food on their plates before leaving the room. Some of them spared me quick glances, but none of them said anything to me. I wondered what they were thinking.

I felt a bit out of place and

uncomfortable. They were all

rogues, and had never been around

this many of them before. I've only heard bad things about rogues; was always told they were not the ones I should ever be around. Now, I stood in a kitchen full of them and I wasn't really sure what to do about that.

My own brother was one of them for crying out loud.

"The food smells good," Scott said to one of the cooks who gave him a polite smile.

"It's your favorite," she told him, "Chicken pot pie."

My stomach growled at the mention of food. I wasn't sure when I last ate and all I wanted right now was to dig my teeth into some of the pot pie.

I grabbed a plate and helped myself to some of the food. I waited for Scott to grab some food as well and then we walked together into the front living room, where it was mainly empty. A couple of the rogues were just leaving as we entered. I sat at one of the tables on the far side of the room and Scott joined me.

"Whenever we accomplish our mission tomorrow night, you can choose whatever pack you want to take over. You also have the say on what we do with your 'father'," Scott said as he took a bite of his food.

I thought about my dad and how cruel he's been to me my entire life. He grew even crueler when I turned 18 and failed to shift for the first time.

I grabbed my fork and stabbed a

piece of chicken; I didn't respond to him as I placed the chicken on my tongue and slowly chewed. The

flavors burst in my mouth, annet

could taste every piece of seasoning placed in the pie. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.