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

"As far as I know," I told her.

I looked at Emma and saw her watching us with a faint smile on her lips. I pulled away from Rebecca so I could hug Emma.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"I could be a lot worse," she told me, shrugging. "Thanks to you, I wasn't harmed like the others."

She fell silent as she stared at the ground.

"How is everyone else at the hospital?" I asked.

"We lost some she-wolves," she told me, and my heart landed directly in my stomach.

"Oh, Goddess," I whispered.

She nodded.

"Their wolves weren't strong enough to overcome the wolfsbane," she explained. "But most everyone else is recovering. Some are in critical conditions, but the doctors are optimistic that they will make a full recovery." I nodded, relieved to hear that.

"How are Alison and Cara?" I asked. I knew the two girls were in critical condition from the beginning. Alison was in a coma after being attacked by a rogue and Cara had to have surgery because of her extensive injuries after protecting Alison. "They are both awake and doing well," Emma surprised me by saying. "They have no idea about what happened though. I didn't tell them, and I figured it would be better to not tell them while they are recovering."

I nodded in agreement.

"You are right. It's better if they didn't know right now. I'm just glad they are okay and I'm glad you're okay," I told her, putting my hand on her shoulder.

She beamed at me.

"Thanks to you," she said, nudging me.

"Girls, breakfast is ready, "Mariah said, motioning for the plates she put on the counter.

The scent of food filled my nose, and my mouth watered; I couldn't remember the last time I had a real meal. It couldn't have been that long ago. My stomach was growling angrily and I knew if I didn't get food in me soon, I was going to lose my mind. Thankfully, Rebecca and Emma seemed to be feeling the same way because they were rushing towards the counter with hungry eyes. I chuckled at my friends and sat with them at the counter.

"So, what's been going on with you, Rebecca?" I asked her. "It feels like we haven't spoken in a while."

"Well, you've been so busy doing your Luna duties you barely check in with me," she said, batting her lashes. "I've been fine. Your father is still being a dick."

"Are you ever going to quit being his assistant?" I asked her. She's been my father's assistant for years and he always treated her so badly. I felt bad and I wished there was something I could do. She shrugged.

"it's good money," she told me as she took a bite of her bacon.

""Money isn't everything," I reminded her.

"Says the girl with a rich husband," she teased.

I rolled my eyes at her and started to eat my own food.

"Oh, I should tell you, Stella is at it again with her antics," she muttered.

I raised my brows and looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"She's claiming you plagiarized her paintings. I know you've been kind of awol lately, so you haven't seen the headlines. But she's made it this big scandal. Everyone is saying you are stealing her work and slapping your name on it."

My mouth dropped from her words.

"Excuse me?" I gasped. "I did not steal anyone's work. If anyone is the thief, it's her!"

"You don't need to tell me that," she said, shrugging.

"Who is Stella?" Emma asked.

I forgot that Emma and I don't talk that often because she's a new friend. She doesn't really know much about me or my family.

"My sister," I muttered. "She's always up to something."

"Stella Stormwind?" She asked, her brows raised.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I nodded. I wasn't surprised that Emma heard of my sister; she was very well-known around these packs.

"Are you saying her paintings are actually yours?" She asked, surprised.

"Some of them," I admitted. "She's always been known for her tricks. I'm not sure what to do about it."

"Your husband is the strongest Alpha in the world. You have all the power. Use it," Emma reminded me. Rebecca nodded.

"I like her. She's quiet but direct," Rebecca praised, making Emma- beam also agree with her. Use the

power that your husband gives you.

Take back your art."

I thought about it as I continued eating; Mariah was silently observing our conversation and nodding along with whatever was being said.

A voice in the hallway brought me,

out of my thoughts and I recognized

it as Charlotte. She was talking to Elliot who was trailing behind her.

Not before long, the door of the kitchen swung open, and Charlotte walked in with her hands on her hips.

"I know what your brother is planning, and I know how to stop it."