Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 127

“Woah, seriously? That’s huge,” she gasped. “The Darknight pack has been a long-time friend and alliance to the Crown pack. I can’t believe he would break that alliance.”

“He wanted to prove that he was choosing me above anyone,” I said, biting my lower lip. “Do you think he did the right thing?”

“Of course he did. Alpha Shirley has been super disrespectful to you. It’s about time that Alpha Elliot did something about it,” Rebecca huffed. “But I hope you aren’t letting him off the hook that easily. He still hurt you and he can’t expect that you’ll come running back with open arms.”

“He’s taking me to the Surfside Resort tonight,” I told her.

I had to pull the phone away from my ear as she screamed with excitement.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She shrieked. “That place is incredibly hard to book! How did he manage that??”

“He’s Elliot Crown,” I said, shrugging. “He has connections.”

“Clearly,” she said in amazement. “Did he get a reservation for the restaurant or a hotel room?”

“Both,” I said as I continued to chew my bottom lip.

“Holy shit, girl. That’s incredible,” she cooed. “Are you excited?”

“Nervous,” I admitted. “Rebecca, he told me he loved me, and I couldn’t say it back.”

“It’s going to take time for you to feel the same way. I don’t blame you. This is all happening very fast,” she assured me.

“I know, but the problem is, I do love him. I love him more than anything. I’m just afraid that once I give him my heart, I’ll regret it.”

“You can’t live like that, Silver. You have to learn to trust. He’s your husband and I don’t think he’s going anywhere anytime soon. Enjoy this time and let him spoil you rotten. You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to say, and nobody is forcing you to feel a certain way. Just enjoy it.”

There was a knock on my bedroom door.

“I’ll call you later,” I told her. “Thanks for listening.”

“Always,” she said softly.

I hung up without another word and went to answer the door. One of the omegas, a palace maid, stood on the other side of the door.

“Hello, Luna. I was told by one of the gammas that Cara is at the door,” she told me, bearing her neck to me.

I was never going to get used to that.

“Thank you,” I told her. “I’m sorry, I never got your name.”

I’ve seen this omega around often, but I don’t often talk to her.

“Elizabeth, Mam,” she answered. “But most just call me Liz.”