Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

"What nerve does that asshole have?!" Rebecca smeared as she folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her booth. "He lets Shirley staddle him but if roles were reversed, he said he'd kill the dude? He's such a hypocrite!!"

My cheeks blushed at her words; mainly because she was so loud that others were starting to take notice.

"Keep your voice down," I whispered harshly. "The last thing I need is a scandal."

She rolled her eyes and dismissively waved off my concerns.

"You're married to the strongest and richest Alpha in the world; scandals are unavoidable," she said as she grabbed her wine off the table and took a deep sip of the red elixir.

I met up with Rebecca for dinner later in the evening after my encounter with Elliot earlier. I made a complete fool out of myself with his gammas, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't embarrassed. Erik brought me home and I stayed there until I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed someone to talk to. So, I called Rebecca and asked her to dinner while Elliot worked late once again.

I just finished telling her about the fiasco at the Crown Packhouse.

"He can't just tell you that men aren't allowed to touch you when he's allowing Shirley's greasy hands all over him," she said, rolling her eyes. "How is that fair to you?"

"I don't really want other men to touch me," I told her, taking a sip of my own wine. "I only said that to him to get under his skin and it worked."

"Do you think it's possible he has real feelings for you?"

I nearly snorted at her question.

"Not a chance," I told her in response.

Before she could say anything more, the waiter returned without dishes. I got a seafood platter while Rebecca got a cobb salad.

"Is there anything else I can get you ladies?" The waiter then asked.

"I think we are okay," I answered, giving him a smile in return.

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"Honestly though, why else would he get so defensive over the thought of you with another man?" Rebecca continued to ask. I sighed. I was hoping she would have forgotten about this conversation, but I should have known better. Once Rebecca had her mind on something, there was no changing it.

She was what I'd like to call a hopeless romantic. I tried to tell her that this marriage was nothing more than a contact, but she didn't want to listen to reason. "Because of his ego," I muttered. "Can we change the subject now?"

She was about to say some in response but then something behind me caught her eye and went completely pale. Her mouth gaped open, and her pupils dilated. "Don't look now, but the devil just walked in," she muttered. Immediately, I turned around in my seat, ignoring Rebcca's scowl. "I told you NOT to look!"

My eyes immediately found Gavin

standing across the room in a nice suit and tie. My heart fell deep into my stomach. His eyes darkened upon seeing me and a hint of a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.

"What are you doing here, Gavin?" I asked, pressing my lips in a thin line.

"A friend of mine told me he saw you in here. So, I came in to speak with you."

I raised my brows at him, not sure what kind of game he was playing.

"Don't you have anything better to do, Stalker?" She asked, her brows pinching together.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

"We have nothing to talk about," I said, ignoring Rebecca.

"I have some things to say," he said, folding his arms across his chest.

I sighed and glanced at Rebecca.

"Can you give us a second?"

Her mouth nearly fell open at my request.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" She asked, hesitantly.

"I'll be okay," I assured her.

She stared at me for a moment longer before turning her scrutiny to Gavin.

"Fine. I'll go freshen up in the bathroom, but if I come back and she's upset, I'm kicking your ass," Rebecca said through her teeth.

She scooted out of her booth before giving me one last look and Gavin a warning look, then she left towards the bathroom.

Gavin sat across from me where Rebecca once sat.

"How are you doing?” He asked, reaching out to touch my hands. As soon as I felt his fingers on mine, I

withdrew my hands and put them on my lap. én.swnovels.net

"I'm not doing small talk with you, Gavin. What do you want?"

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Look, Silver. I know I fucked up and I'm sorry. I had a lot of time to think, and I should have treated you better."

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Are you sorry for cheating on me, or because you got caught?" My voice was dry when I asked that question. I just wanted to hear what he said.

The answer didn't matter, question.