Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

"So, everything got cleared up?" Rebecca asked on the phone, disbelief evident in her voice. It's been a couple of days since our interview on the Merida Ryder show, and since we talked about our misunderstanding concerning the hotel room incident. I hadn't had a chance to speak to my best friend about any of this though because we've both been so busy these last couple of days.

"Yeah, I think so," I told her, taking a deep breath and running my fingers through my hair lazily. "Beta Leo and a couple of the pack gammas did some investigating and found that Shirley put aphrodisiac in his drink. Such despicable behavior."

"And they let her off the hook?" Rebecca gasped. I could only imagine what her face must look like right now.

"Yes," I muttered. "Because she's a strong Alpha and an ally to the Crown pack. Elliot said he's only doing what's best for his pack. He said sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do for the greater good of our pack. I'm not sure how keeping Shirley around is for the greater good of our pack, but whatever."

"That sucks," Rebecca muttered, and I could practically hear the scowl in her tone. "It's not fair that she gets off easy and you got shunned for days after a slight misunderstanding."

I honestly hadn't thought about it like that but now that I was, a ping of hurt surfaced in my chest and I had to rub the sore spot with a deep frown.

"I just don't want to argue with him about it," I murmured. "I'm sick of arguing and being upset.

Rebecca sighed, but she didn't say anything more on the matter.

"Oh, I forgot to mention. I signed a contract with Hope's Gallery yesterday. Elliot set up a meeting with his lawyer and we went over everything. I gave Mr. Wilson the manager of the gallery the contract this morning."

"Oh, my goddess, Silver! That's incredible. I'm so proud of you. You are a rising star and soon you'll be even bigger than Stella.”

I chuckled.

"I doubt that, but I love your faith in me."

She said something else as well, but I tuned her out when I heard a knock on my studio door.

"Rebecca, can I call you back later? Someone is at the door."

"You better call me back later," she told me. "We need to set up a time to hang out. I want to meet your new friends."

"I'll definitely make that happen."

"Bye, girl," she said.

"Bye," I replied and then I pressed the end call button.

I still had a smile on my lips from that phone call when I opened the door. I stared surprised at Elliot who hovered over me. I wasn't used to him knocking; lately, he's been barging into my studio whenever he wanted. So, for him to knock, it was certainly something different.

"Why are you knocking?" I asked him, my voice teasing.

He frowned and glanced around.

"Because this is your private studio," he told me as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

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"Yeah, but you never knock."

He ran his fingers through his hair and gave me a sheepish, almost awkward look.

"I promised you a private studio off limits to everyone and I haven't really given that to you because I walk in without knocking. I wanted to change that," he admitted.

I laughed at his awkward demeanor.

"I admit, it bothered me at first, but it doesn't bother me anymore. I mean, you are my husband. We should have secret rooms from one another Contract husband or not," I told him, shrugging.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then he shut it. I raised my brows at him, trying to figure him out, but it was proving difficult. He was locking his emotions uptight, and I didn't like that.

"I want to take you somewhere," he finally said, taking me by surprise.

"Where?" I asked him, my brows furrowed together.

He smirked and offered me his arm.

"I'll tell you in the car."

Even as we got into the car and drove away from the palace, he still didn't tell me where we were going. I was surprised when we left the pack territory and started to drive on the highway. Even then, he still didn't tell me where we were going.

An hour later, I was fed up with the silence and I demanded to know what he was taking me.

A smile twitched at the corner of his lips.

"I'm taking you to see my sister."

My mouth dropped open.

"Excuse me, you're what?" I asked him, my brows knitting together.

"I'm taking you to see my sister," he repeated.

"Why would you do that?" It sounded a lot ruder than I meant it and I hated myself for that. But he didn't flinch or take offense by my tone, it only caused his smile to widen.