Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

This whole thing felt like a fever dream. I couldn't believe that Alpha Elliot was kneeling before me, his eyes wet with unshed tears, confessing that he loved me. Holy hell.

Elliot loves me?

Could this really be happening right now?

I wrapped my arms around my body, desperately trying to hold myself together as my vision became blurry with my own unshed tears. I wasn't sure what to say to him or if I could trust him. These last few weeks have been rough on me emotionally. He's been so consumed with Shirley and seemingly taking her side with everything that I wasn't sure if he was being genuine or not.

I knew our marriage was just a contract; it was for convenience. Perhaps he didn't want me to divorce him because of that contract and the effects I have on him while he sleeps.

Elliot takes my hands in his; sparks of electricity coursing between our joined fingers, bringing my attention back to him.

"Silver," he whispered, his voice hoarse with raw emotions. I swallowed the painful lump that formed in my throat, unable to pull my eyes away from him. I didn't realize how badly I was shaking until his hands touched mine and held them steady. "Please, don't give up on me. Don't give up on us..."Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"We got married really fast," I finally spoke, my voice coming out strained. "Maybe it was too fast. We didn't know each other and-"

"That might have been true at first," he says, cutting off my words. "But I know everything I need to know about you now. You are beautiful, brave, smart, strong, and fierce. You've proven yourself repeatedly and you make the perfect Luna for my pack. I can't get enough of you... I can't explain it, but I need you in my life. You don't need to tell me you love me back, but I need to know if there's at least a chance for us to make things right. Let me show you how much I love you and want you in my life; not just as my contracted wife, but as my real wife."

My heart was beating so quickly that I thought it would beat right out of my chest. I stared at him, unblinking, for what felt like an eternity. He remained knelt in front of me, his breathing rapid and I knew he was carrying a lot of stress and anxiety as he bore himself to me. I felt the strange urge to put him out of his misery and pull him to me, but at the same time, I was so afraid of getting hurt again that I remained frozen, just staring at him.

"And if you change your mind?" I asked, my voice quivering. "If you find your mate?" The last question came out as barely a whisper.

He brought my hands to his lips and kissed my knuckles gently, sending waves of warmth throughout my body. My breathing hitched from the contact, and I couldn't seem to take my eyes away from him.

"I would never change my mind, Silver," he told me firmly. "Not about you; not about this. Please, trust me..."

His words came out so matter of fact that I found myself trusting them more than I thought I would. I pulled my hands away from his and watched as they dropped to his side. He lowered his gaze, a tear escaping his eyes as he glanced at the ground, defeated. He thought I rejected his proposal, but how could

I reject a man that I was madly, head

over heels in love with?

I might not be able to say those words out loud yet, but I could show him in every way possible just how strongly I feel for him.

I put my hands on his cheeks and wiped the stray tear away with my thumb, caressing him gently. His gaze lifted and locked onto mine. I gave him a small smile before I leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

At first, he was stunned by the

advance; he remained frozen,

kneeling in front of me, with his lips unmoving. But then I felt his body relaxing and his lips softening,

molding with mine and movie net

together in perfect harmony

wrapped my arms around his neck just as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me off the couch and into his lap, making me straddle him.

I felt his tongue gliding across my bottom lip, asking permission for entrance which I gladly gave him. As soon as my lips parted, his tongue was in my mouth, licking and tasting everything I had to offer. His kisses sent warmth straight to my core and I felt my desires pooling between my legs as I ground against his very

active erection.

I heard a low growl from deep in his throat and I knew he was just as turned on as I was. My cheeks were probably as red as a cherry. He nibbled on my bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it like it was the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. "I want to taste you," he whispered against my lips.

"Not here," I said in return, wiggling out of his hold.

I smiled at his pouting lips as I stood and then I helped him to his feet. I winked at him, pulling him out of the living room and further down the hallway until we reached the guest room I'd been staying in.