Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silvers POV

"Dance with me," Elliot said, taking hold of my hand.

My cheeks flushed at his words. I looked around and saw that others were dancing with their partners as well. Everybody dressed elegantly and the music was remotely classical.

Elliot pulled me to the dance floor and wrapped me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around him and twirled me around with ease. I smiled up at him as he moved around the dance floor effortlessly. I hardly noticed the gathering crowd until the song was ending and a new one was starting.

They started to clap as I did my own moves once the rhythm grew more upbeat. A smile spread across my lips as he wrapped me back in his arms and held me close to him

He ran his fingers down my cheek, tucking a strand of fallen hair behind my ear. Alison was going to kill me if she found out I ruined my hair within the first hour of my being here.

As I danced, my eyes wandered through the crowd and I almost stumbled when I saw a familiar face glaring at me from the other side of the ballroom.

Stell was glaring at me with her current suitor. Her lips were pressed in a thin line and her arms were folded across her chest. She did not look happy to be here. I knew my father had to be around here somewhere as well.

My stomach knotted at the thought of seeing him again. I hadn't really spoken to my father since the wedding.

"Are you okay?" Elliot asked against my ear.

I nodded.

"Yeah, my sister is here. I'm sure my father is around here somewhere too," I muttered.

"Pay them no attention," Elliot said, rubbing my back gently. "They don't control you anymore."

I smiled at that thought and I felt a little lighter and then I heard his voice from behind us. "Alpha Elliot."

My entire body froze. I slowly turned to see my father staring at Elliot with narrowed eyes. It felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of me and felt sick to my stomach. My father looked exactly the same with his neatly combed dark hair and green scrutinizing gaze.

His right brow was raised as he stared at Elliot, but Elliot didn't seem phased by his presence at all. He was calm and collected; I admired him even more for that.

Then, my father looked at me and his eyes narrowed.

"Silver," he greeted, his face showing nothing but indifference. "You clean up nicely."

"Dad..." I said in return. I really wasn't sure what to say to him, so I chose to remain silent.

My father cleared his throat and then turned to Elliot.

"The rogue attacks are starting to get out of hand. I had two of them this past week. We should start coming up with a game plan. Mind if we discuss some of my ideas," my father asked.

He would choose now to discuss business. I had to stifle an eye roll.

Elliot looked a bit uncomfortable as he gazed down at me as if he were asking permission to speak to my father.

"It won't take long," my father continued. "Silver can handle herself while the men talk."

I scowled at my father's words.

Elliot straightened his stance and wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders.

"I ask that you don't respect my wife, Alpha. She is the Luna of my pack after all," Elliot told him, his voice remaining even and unbothered.

My father's brow corked.

"She's wolfless," he snorted. "She's hardly a luna."Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I will say to you what I've said to her numerous times. Just because she's wolves doesn't make her weak," Elliot told him. "She's the strongest woman I know, and she's driven with passion. Any pack would be lucky to have her as a Luna."