Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 12

Silver’s POV

Leo took Rebecca home while I went with Elliot.

I knew I had no right to be upset over who Elliot spent his time with. But I thought as his wife, he would have a little bit more respect towards me than that.

My stomach knotted at the very thought of Elliot’s hands on someone else.

Once he parked the car, he offered his hand to help me out of the vehicle, but I declined it, walking past him and into the mansion. I expected to see a half-naked girl lurking around somewhere but was surprised when I didn’t see any.

I turned to face Elliot who was watching me with uncertainty at the doorway.

“What am I supposed to be seeing?” I asked him after a beat of silence.

He furrowed his brows.

“Come with me,” he ordered, walking past me and up the stairs.

I sighed and followed him towards our bedroom. My entire body felt paralyzed. Did he seriously have another woman in our bedroom? Was he going to have sex with her in the same bed we slept in?

Flashbacks of my time with Gavin invaded my mind; the moment I caught him cheating on me in the same bed we shared together.

I suddenly felt sick.

He looked over his shoulder at me just as he pushed the door open, and he frowned.

“Are you coming?” He asked, watching me almost warily.

I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to hide my unease.

I walked into the room with him and paused when I saw that it was empty. Frowning, I looked at him, expecting him to say something. But his eyes flashed over to a shelf and when my eyes followed his gaze, I nearly choked on my own saliva.

Those were not there this morning.

They are little toy cars.

No; they were model cars.

Models… not a model.

Shame and embarrassment slammed into me like a sledgehammer.

Oh, Moon Goddess. I made such a fool out of myself. I looked at Elliot briefly and saw him still watching me but this time, his right brow was arched. He was waiting for me to say something, but I had nothing to say. I was humiliated and I just wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.

“I should call Rebecca and see how she’s doing,” I said in a rush, pointing at the doorway. I wanted to run out of the room and hide.

Before I could retreat from the room, Elliot grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall, pinning me with his body. I sucked in a sharp breath as I looked up at him. My face was probably as red as a cherry and my heart hammered wildly in my chest; I wondered if he could hear it.

“Why were you so upset when you thought I was meeting with a model this evening?” He asked, his voice sultry and making my knees weak.

“I… uh…” I stammered, unable to pry my eyes away from his. He had me in a captivated trance; his heat and scent consumed me.

“Were you jealous?” He asked, a smirk now playing on his lips.

“No, of course not,” I lied; my breathy tone gave away my emotions though.

His eyes trailed down to my lips and I felt heat forming on my lower abdomen. He got closer to me, pressing his hard body into mine, and just as his lips brushed across mine a bright light slammed into my vision, and pain shot through my head.

I gasped and shoved him away from me as I shielded my face.

Oh no! Not now, not yet!

I heard Elliot say my name as I ran from the room. My vision returned just as I stepped into the hallway, but the pain remained. Panic consumed me and I continued to run until I reached the bottom of the stairs, then I ran into my art studio, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it.

The bright white light returned to my eyes, and I fell to the ground, pressing my back against the wall, I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in my lap.

I whimpered in agony as pain consumed me, but I tried to muffle the sounds with my hands.

There was a knock on the door.

“Silver?” I heard Elliot calling out to me. “Are you in there? Open the door.”

“I’m okay,” I mustered.

He knocked again just as the lights in my vision turned chaotic. My whole body shook, and I heard Elliot saying my name once more.

“Please, go away!” I demanded, my voice coming out louder and firmer than I had ever heard it before.

The knocking stopped and I heard him retreating from the door, much to my relief. But that relief only lasted a moment when I saw my hair, which had come loose from my ponytail, and draped over my arm.

It had gone white.

Staring down at my hands, I saw how pale I was.

I truly was a monster.

This was something Elliot could never find out about.