Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

This was Shirley's plan; she's trying to turn Elliot against me so he will divorce me. I wrapped my arms around my body and held myself close as I walked away from the packhouse. I felt sick to my stomach. I just needed some time and space to clear my head.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

My phone rang and when I grabbed it from my pocket, I saw that it was Cara. I declined the call, not wanting to talk to anyone right now. I shoved the phone back into my pocket. Memories of earlier events replayed in my mind, and I winced at the harsh look he gave me. It was accusatory and cold. Like I was a bug that stung him.

I'm not sure how long I walked, but the next thing I knew, I was standing outside of the pack hospital.

Why did I walk here? What was I thinking I'd accomplish?

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the emergency room and over to the reception desk.

"Hello, I'm here to see Shirley Darknight," I said, my voice trembling only slightly.

She typed on her computer and nodded.

"Alpha Elliot reserved floor 8 for her," she told me.

My stomach knotted even more; he reserved an entire floor for her? I nodded my thanks, forcing a smile as I went to the elevator.

I pressed button 8 and held my breath as the doors closed. My heart was pounding against my chest; I had no idea what I was going to say, or do once I saw them, but I had to say something. I couldn't let this go unresolved; I couldn't let Elliot think he married some kind of monster.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, revealing a large waiting room.

I walked into the room and smiled at the receptionist.

"Hi, I'm here to see Shirley Darknight," I told her.

"She's down the hall; 2 doors on the right," she told me. "She's with the Alpha."

I nodded and went down the hallway. I could hear voices inside of the room and my chest tightened.

"The doctors say it's going to take me a full day to heal, Elliot. What am I going to do?" I heard Shirley whining.

"It's going to be okay, Shirley," Elliot assured her. "I will take care of everything. You just focus on recovering."

"How could your wife do this to me? I didn't do anything wrong?" Shirley whimpered. "Why would you marry someone like that."

Elliot remained silent; silent!!!

Pressing my lips together to keep from letting out any sobs or sounds of distress, I knocked on the door softly before turning the knob and pushing it open.

Shirley's eyes found mine first and she shrieked with fear, grabbing onto Elliot's arm and shielding herself from me.

"Elliot help! She came back to finish the job!!"

Elliot's face darkened as he turned to look at me. I stood frozen at the doorway; my head lowered. I couldn't look at the disappointed look on his face anymore. My heart hurt too much already. "Shirley, that's enough. She's not going to hurt her," Elliot said, trying to pry her hands off him, but she was relentless and kept burying her face in his arm, tears pouring out of her eyes.

"I'm scared, Elliot. Please, make her leave. I don't want her here."

Elliot ran his fingers through his hair and sighed before his eyes found mine.

"You shouldn't have come here, Silver," he said, his voice hard and making me wince. "What do you want?"

"I've come to speak with Miss Shirley," I said, my voice coming out as a raspy whisper.

"She clearly doesn't want to speak to you," he said, his brows furrowed together. "Whatever it is, it can wait."

"I wanted to apologize," I blurted. "I never intended for her to get hurt. I didn't..." my voice trailed off when I realized no matter what I said, Elliot wasn't going to believe me. His mind had been made up. His brows pinched together as he glared at me.

"You didn't what?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"I didn't know she would fall," I told him, my voice wavering.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Shirley interrupted him.

"It's okay, Elliot. I'll speak with her if it's important to her. She seems sincere," Shirley said, batting her lashes at him.

He looked uncertain, which killed me even more inside. But he eventually nodded and stepped away from the bed.

"Okay, I'll be outside if you need me," he told me, squeezing her hand. As he walked by me, he gave me a cold look. "We will talk about this later," he said for my ears alone.

I gave him a curt nod and waited until he left the room.

When I looked back at Shirley, she had stopped crying. She wiped the remaining tears off her face and then looked at me with a cold expression, a mocking smirk placed on her lips as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Let this be a warning to you, Mrs. Crown. You are a temporary wife... Elliot will always choose me over you and this little incident just proved my point."