Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 11

Silver’s POV

I spent time in my new studio putting my art supplies away. Elliot left a little over an hour ago to go to his mansion office once Beta Leo arrived. Drowning myself in my work was exactly what I needed to forget about how awful yesterday turned out to be.

There was nothing I could do about the paintings Stella stole, but I could move forward from it and create even better works of art. The problem was, it took me so long to create the paintings she stole.

I had a lot of work cut out for me.

My phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts. I placed my phone on the glass desk that sat on the far side of the room, so I had to walk across the room to get to it. Once I had it in my hands, I smiled at the name that went across the screen.

Rebecca.

“Hey,” I said, answering the phone.

“Silver!” Rebecca cried on the other end. Her voice sounded distraught and almost pained. My entire body froze at the sound of it.

“Rebecca? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Silver, help me,” she whimpered. “I went to the art exhibit last night and Stella’s friends assaulted me when I called Stella out for stealing your paintings.”

“What?” I gasped.

“Where are you?”

“I… I don’t know,” she breathed. “I woke up in this dark place. I was tied up and I got untied but I think my foot is broken. I crawled around and found my purse. My phone is going to die soon…I don’t know what to do. I think I’m alone… but—”

Her voice trailed off.

“Rebecca?” I asked, panicked.

“Somebody’s coming,” she said hoarsely.

“Just hang tight; I’m going to come find you,” I assured her.

I didn’t wait for her response, I quickly hung up and rushed out of the room and across the palace. I went down the hallway that led to Elliot’s office and I paused when I saw that the office door was ajar.

Voices inside the office kept me from walking in right away.

“Make sure you keep the most beautiful model for me, Leo,” Elliot said.

“Okay, she will be delivered to the mansion tonight,” Leo responded.

I gasped at their words; my entire heart fell deep into my stomach. A model? Elliot was getting a model tonight?

The words of Gavin replayed in my mind when he said that Elliot was worse than he was and that Elliot had a trail of women at his feet.

He was incredibly handsome; I shouldn’t be surprised that he would spend his time with models. I knew that infidelity wasn’t a clause in the contract, but it still hurt just the same.

Anger and hurt rose in me, but I couldn’t think about this right now. Rebecca needed me and I needed to stay focused for her sake.

The door opened and Leo stood in front of me, his eyes wide as if he had just been caught with his hand inside the cookie jar.

Elliot sat at his desk, staring at me.

“What are you doing lurking outside my office door?” He asked, his brows furrowed together.

I didn’t want to tell him that I was listening to his conversation, or how to hurt about what I had heard. I bit my lower lip and then swallowed my emotions like I have done for so many years living in my father’s house.

“I need your help,” I told him, proud that my voice came out stronger than I felt. “Rebecca was assaulted and taken by Stella and her friends. She’s not sure where she is, but she’s hurt. We need to help her.”

Elliot stood to his feet.

“Let’s head to Stormwind.”

***

The first place we checked for Stella was her art studio; it was in the middle of the day so the likelihood of her being home was slim and plus, I really didn’t want to run into my father.

Leo left to search the pack for any signs of Rebecca while we spoke to Stella.

The exhibit only had a few people inside of it and then I saw Stella standing at the front with some of her friends. The friends she was with were amongst the ones who taunted me yesterday.

I walked over to them, not caring that I was interrupting their conversation. Stella turned to look at me and her lips pressed in a thin line.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest.

“Where is she?” I demanded to know.

Stella narrowed her eyes at me.

“I don’t know who you are talking about,” she said a little too innocently.

“Rebecca,” I said, trying to settle my calming nerves. “I know you took her somewhere. Where did you bring her?”

“Oh, you mean the bitch who was running her mouth at my exhibit and then tried to steal my artwork?” Stella asked, her lip curling up in disgust. “The criminal being dealt with properly.”

“Rebecca is not a criminal. Release her, now,” I ordered.

“You have no right to interfere with my business,” Stella sneered. “She did a crime and now she must do the time.”