Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 115

“You’re in love with her.”

It wasn’t a question. I blinked at her; was I that transparent? I lowered my gaze, feeling defeated and exhausted.

“I can see it in your eyes, Alpha. You can deny it if you’d like, but it won’t do you any good—”

“I’m not denying it,” I found myself saying quickly. I might not say the words out loud, but I refused to deny my feelings for Silver any longer.

Rebecca’s brows shot upward, and she looked at me like she was looking at a brand-new person. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she breathed. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. She’s a terrific woman and she’ll be a great Luna. It’s easy to love her.”

“She is a great Luna,” I corrected.

Rebecca nodded thoughtfully.

“Look, it’s late and it’s been a long day for everyone. Silver needs to rest. I’ll try to talk to her in the morning and I’ll give you a call once she decides she wants to speak to you. But she had to decide for herself.”

I wanted to talk to her now; I wanted to hold her and fall asleep with her in my arms. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep without Silver being with me. But I also knew that Rebecca was right, and Silver deserved a little bit of peace tonight. It was late and Silver was probably exhausted; I knew I was.

I sighed and allowed my shoulders to slump.

“Okay,” I finally conceded. “I’ll head home.”

She nodded.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” she said waving me off. On that note, she turned and went back inside, leaving me alone and feeling more broken than ever.

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Silver’s POV

“You are screwing him, aren’t you? That’s why you are taking his side now?” I hissed at my best friend who was staring at me mortified. I knew as soon as I spoke those words that I was being ridiculous. There was no way Rebecca was sleeping with Elliot. She would never do that to me and I would hope that Elliot had the decency to sleep with anyone other than my best friend.

“Are you out of your mind?!” She growled in return, standing to her feet. She put her hands on her hips as she often did right before she was about to give a “get your shit together” speech.

I sighed and lowered my head on my pillow.