Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

With a growl, the man released me, and I fell to the ground with a thud. I coughed and gasped for breath as I grabbed my throat, trying to rub the pain away.

"Fuck, you left a mark on her," the other rogue muttered, shaking his head. "How the fuck are we going to explain this?"

"I didn't sign up for this shit," the first rouge muttered as she stormed out of the room.

The other rogue sighed and gave me a look of pity, I wanted to grab him and rip his head off. I scowled at him, and he gave me another look of disdain before leaving, locking the door behind him.

I screamed in fury, hating how weak and helpless I felt. I sat on the ground in front of the bed with my knees pressed to my chest; I had to keep faith that Elliot would find me. Whatever injection they gave me earlier made my body feel incredibly weak.

My temple started to ache even more, and I had to close my eyes, hoping that it would subside soon. I laid my head on the ground, curling up. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that I would be saved soon enough, that Elliot would find me, and I could put this nightmare behind me.

Not before long, I found myself drifting into a state of unconsciousness.

When I woke up again, I knew right away that I wasn't alone in the room. I was also no longer on the ground; I was back in bed. I felt a cold cloth on my forehead and some light murmurs from nearby. I thought about pretending to be asleep for longer, but the pain in my temple made me wince and as soon as I moved, the voices subsided, and I knew their attention had turned ot me.

"She's waking up," I heard an unfamiliar female voice.

"Why isn't her wolf healing her wounds?" An unfamiliar male voice growled.

"I don't know, Sir. It's unusual," the woman remarked. "Perhaps I could run more tests and find some answers."

"Get on that," he ordered dismissively.

"Yes, sir," she replied; I heard her retreating steps and then the door closed gently.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I knew the man was still in the room.

"I know you're awake," he muttered; it sounded like he was sitting now.

I slowly opened my eyes, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. I was still in the same room, which wasn't surprising.

A man sat in the chair by the bed; he looked to be around my age with the same brown hair that crowned his features and the same exact eyes as mine and the woman in the picture I saw earlier. He had a 5 o'clock

shadow from going a day or so without shaving, but he had strong manly features and he looked to have a strong body in general.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Silver," he said, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his seat. "I'm sorry that my goons hurt you. That was never the intention and I promise you they will be punished for this."

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat.

"Why?" I asked, my voice coming out raspy like I hadn't used it in years.

He reached over and grabbed the glass of water on the table, then he brought it to my lips. I stared at it like it was the devil.

"It's water, Silver. Not poison," he assured me, rolling his eyes.

"How can I be so sure?" I asked him, my eyes narrowed. "Your men stabbed me with some kind of poisonous stuff earlier and my head still hurts."

"It was mistletoe with a little wolfsbane to keep your wolf under control," he told me as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

I gawked at him; so, whoever he was, he didn't know that I was wolfless. That was good; I could use that to my advantage. "Isn't wolfbane poisonous?" I asked him.

"A high dosage, yes,” he answered.

"Not the dose they gave you. You don't need to worry. My intention isn't to hurt you and they've been toh

advised not to hurt you as well."