Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 90

“What were you thinking, making a scene like that?” He asked, clearly irritated with my actions.

“How was I supposed to act?!” I asked, my voice rising with dismay.

“Appropriately. You are the Luna of this pack, Silver. You were acting like a child. We were only training. Regardless of the reason behind our marriage, you should know I would never be unfaithful to you.”

His words shocked me, but I tried to keep my face neutral.

“How would you have felt if it was me?” I asked him.

His eyes darkened.

“What?”

“If another man was straddling me. Training or not… how would you feel?” I wasn’t sure why I was asking or what I thought I’d be getting out of this conversation, but there was a deep-rooted voice telling me to ask and desperately wanting to know the answer.

His nostrils flared at the question, and I could see the rage that crossed his dark eyes. His pupils dialed so much that his eyes were practically black. My breathing hitched as he grabbed my hips firmly with his hands to a point where it was almost painful, then he pushed me until my back was pressed against the exterior of the packhouse.

He used his body to pin me against the building. My body shuddered from his closeness, and I hated how weak he made me feel. I put my hands on his chest to push him away so I could get some space from his unexpected nearness, but he wouldn’t budge. He stared down at me, his eyes casting over my face and dropping over my lips. His breathing was rough and there was a low growl that emerged from his throat with each exhale. I knew his wolf was more in control than Elliot was, and the thought terrified me just as much as it excited me.

“I’d skin him alive without even blinking,” he said in a deep and chilling tone. “As long as you are my wife, nobody is allowed to touch you, Silver.”

Suddenly, I had forgotten what we were fighting about. His lips were only inches from mine. We were breathing the same air, soaking one another up. If I leaned in just a little, our lips would touch. I couldn’t help but lick my bottom lip which seemed to have caught his attention because he was now looking at my lips with a hunger in his eyes that was nearly my undoing.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.