Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 125

Elliot walked over to the bed, and I could feel my heart cracking from the pain. I knew this was too good to be true. He lured me here so I could see him with his mate; he wanted me to see what I was missing when I divorced him. I felt a part of me slipping away. I was a shell of myself and there was nothing I could do other than stand at the doorway and watch my husband with another woman.

Tears immediately formed in my eyes and my hands started to shake at my sides.

Elliot put an arm on each side of her and brought his face close to Shirley. She blinked a few times and then started to close her eyes, getting ready to kiss him. This was it… I was going to watch him kiss another woman.

“Did you lie to my wife about being my mate?” Elliot said in a low and threatening growl through his teeth.

I heard Shirley’s sharp intake of breath before her eyes flew open and fear was evident behind them. I lifted my gaze and looked up at them, noticing for the first time that Elliot’s pose wasn’t romantic, it was threatening. He was caging her in so she couldn’t move, and his wolf was on the edge; not because he wanted to make her, but because he wanted to trip her throat out.

“Wh…what?” She stammered, unsure of what was happening. “What do you mean, Elliot?”

“I’m not going to repeat myself for a third time, Shirley. So, listen to my question carefully,” he said slowly and angrily. I could feel his fury rolling off him in waves and it brought a chill to my body. “Did or did you not, lie to my wife, and tell her that you are my mate?”

“I…I…”

She couldn’t come up with an excuse on the fly and for the first time, she looked utterly terrified. Shirley was a very strong Alpha female, the only female that had her own pack, and she was cowering away from Elliot. She was so confident up until this moment and it was strange to see her like this.

“If you ever disrespect my wife and Luna again, I won’t hesitate to rip your throat out with my teeth,” he hissed, and then he took a step away from her, uncaging her and glaring down at her with such disgust that my mouth nearly dropped to the ground in shock.

This was unexpected.

“Elliot… I’m your friend… one of your oldest friends. I would never—”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Shirley!” He growled, the hospital grounds shaking from the force of his roar, and I had to grab the door for support.

“I’m not lying,” she whaled, tears springing from her eyes. “I don’t know what she has been telling you but—”