Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

I grabbed my phone and checked it multiple times, expecting to hear from Elliot at least once. But he didn't bother reaching out to me and that hurt more than anything. I feel as if he cared so little for me andThis is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

now, he was stepping on me like I was nothing more than a small ant.

I pulled out my message thread with Rebecca and decided to send her a text.

Me: Date night was a bust.

Rebecca: Did he not like your dress?

Me: He loved the dress. But his girlfriend called, and he left.

Rebecca: Are you talking about Shirley? Did he ditch you for her?

Me: Apparently there was another attack and he got hurt. She's at the pack hospital."

Rebecca: Strange; I didn't hear anything about another attack.

I sighed and messaged her again.

Me: That's the story she's going with. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so tired and I'm sick of fighting.

Her: Then don't fight anymore. Get some rest. We will catch up soon.

With that, I shoved my phone into my pocket.

By the time I got home, it was late. Erik said he was going to do a quick sweep of the perimeter before he turned in for the night. He also wanted to call Elliot and update him on some stuff. I didn't bother asking him to elaborate because right now, I didn't care.

Leaving Erik outside, I first went into the kitchen to put my leftovers away. The kitchen was empty because most of the staff had gone home for the night. I was relieved about that because I wasn't in the mood to speak to anybody, including Mariah.

I found room in the fridge and put my boxes on one of the shelves before retreating to the bathroom for a quick shower. The hot water helped burn the memories of Elliot from my head, but not enough to stop the pain from consuming my chest.

Once I was done in the shower, I changed into my pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. I chose to stay in the parlor and read a little before bed. I was too wound up to settle down and I was honestly a little worried about Elliot considering there was yet another rogue attack in his pack.

Just as I opened the door ot the parlor, a shadow swiped across the room, making me whip around and gasp from fear. Most of the palace staff should have been gone by now and I didn't think anybody else was in the palace. The gammas on duty were outside patrolling the area. Yet, I saw a shadow clear as day in the corner of my eyes.

Then it happened again, making me whip around in the other direction.

"Who's there?" I shouted into the void of the parlor.

There was obviously no answer, which made me even more nervous. If it was someone who worked here, they would have told me for sure who they were and what they were doing here. But this person was silent, and it gave me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my belly.

"Reveal yourself," I ordered, proud that my voice came out firm and unafraid.

Another shadow.

"Please, whoever you are... just-"

My voice was cut short when I felt a pair of strong hands grabbing my wrist so hard that it hurt. I whipped around again to face the intruder and my breath got caught in my throat. I was faced with piercing yellow eyes and the elongated canines of a wolf.

He was a rogue wolf!

I struggled against him, trying to get him to release me, but he pulled me into him, sinking his teeth deep into my flesh making me cry out in

agony. His other hand went around

my

mouth to keep me silent. I attempted to bite him, but it did nothing but piss him off. He threw

me to the ground like I was nothing

more than a rag doll.

I kicked and attempted with all my strength to break free, but he was too strong. I felt a blow to my head as I made contact with the corner of the glass table, shattering it on the spot. I felt the warm pool of blood from my head and down my cheeks.

My vision became blurry as he slammed my head against the marble floor. I had no fight left in me.

The last thing I saw before everything went black was the gleaming smile of the rogue wolf.