Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 35

Tears fell down my cheeks and I quickly tried to wipe them away.

“A monster…” I whispered.

He stepped closer to me.

“I don’t understand…” he said, keeping his tone low. “Explain it to me.”

“Can't you see it with your eyes? On the night of the full moon, I become this… this monster!” I yelled. “I’m not normal and Shirly was right, I could never be the Luna that your pack needs. I’m a freak, Elliot. You are better off without me…”

I thought he would have walked away or yelled at me. But what I wasn’t expecting was for Elliot to fall to his knees in front of me and look at me with such compassion that my heart nearly exploded in my chest.

“You are not a monster, Silver,” he said, his tone firm and yet filled with sincerity. “You are different, but you are not a monster. You are my wife, and you are still the Luna of this pack. I don’t care what Shirly said to you. Whatever this is, we will figure it out.”

“How can you say that? Look at me, Elliot…”

His image became blurry as more tears filled my eyes.

He grabbed my face in his hands and held it steady as he gazed into my eyes.

“You are beautiful, Silver,” he whispered.

I couldn’t handle the emotional overload anymore and I broke down completely. I let out the sobs I’d been holding, and my entire body was shaking as I cried. I felt Elliot’s warm arms wrap around my body and pull me into him. His embrace was inviting and made me feel so safe. I let myself cry as he held me, and he said nothing for a long while.

He ran large circles around my back, brushing the damp pieces of hair out of my face and peppering kisses along my forehead. He whispered soft things that made my heart swell; telling me that it was going to be okay and that I was okay.

His words made me feel a sense of security that I wasn’t familiar with.

Nobody in my life knew about this secret. I was so scared of others finding out and yet here Elliot was, taking care of me like I wasn’t a monster or a freak.

I buried my face in his chest and breathed in his scent, allowing it to calm me.

“How about you draw something for me?” He whispered. “Or you could draw another portrait of me.”