Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 83

Fury boiled inside of me and as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, Elliot slammed his fists on the table, making us all flinch from the sound.

“That is enough out of both of you. We are in the middle of a meeting, and I won’t have this childish argument interrupting things,” he said through his teeth, his eyes flashing as his wolf made himself known to us. I involuntarily stepped backward, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Elliot turned to look at Shirley, who kept her head held high. “Shirley, she is a right. She is the rightful Luna of this pack whether I had marked her or not. Until she proves incapable of taking on the responsibilities while I recover. I expect you not to put up a fight with her.”

Shirley paled at his words, but she pressed her lips firmly together and gave him a curt nod as she took her seat once again.

I stood frozen; unable to believe that he backed me up. Part of me thought he might take Shirley’s side.

“Beta Leo,” Elliot called; I hadn’t realized Leo was in the room until he was summoned. But he stepped out of the corner of the room.

“Yes, Alpha?” He asked, waiting for orders.

“Take Silver to the Luna office and get her set up. If she wants to take on the responsibilities, she will get started right away. Spread the word and let the pack know of this.”

“Will do,” Leo said, motioning for me to follow him.

I still felt uncertain and frozen in my place. It wasn’t until my eyes found Elliot’s and he gave me a small nod that I was snapped out of my stooper.

I turned and left with Beta Leo. He walked me down a long hallway until we reached a doorway. He opened it and stepped inside. My mouth nearly fell open at the size of the gorgeous office. The entire back wall was a gorgeous window that overlooked the gardens. The floor was made from rose gold marble and the desk was completely glass with brand-new-looking office material, including a large desktop computer.

It was beautifully decorated with framed pictures of past Lunas and purchased artwork from different galleries; some artists I recognized and some I didn’t.

There was a beautiful soft pink rug in the center of the room in front of the desk; a couple of white cushioned chairs in front of the desk and a large white couch with a flat-screen TV on the far side of the room, along with a coffee table with a potted plant.

“This place is gorgeous,” I whispered, more to myself than to Leo.

He nodded in response, also looking around.

“Yes; it’s the Luna office,” he replied. “All past lunas have done their work here.”