Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

"So, just like that, you aren't divorcing him?" Marco asks on the phone while I finish packing the little belongings that I bought to Rebecca's house. "He says some pretty words, and all is forgiven?"

"It's going to take some time for me to truly trust him," I admitted, biting my lower lip. "But yeah, I don't want us to be apart. I love him, Marco. I appreciate all you've done for me, but I'm tearing up the divorce documents."

"Well, only you know what's best for you. I just hope this decision doesn't come around and bite you in the butt," he said, a warning tinging his words.

To be honest, I was hoping for the same thing.

"Thank you," I told him.

Without any other word, I hung up the phone and shoved it into my pocket. I hadn't even noticed Rebecca leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded across her chest.

"Are you going to tell me I'm making a mistake too?" I asked her, raising my brows.

Her brows furrowed.

"No, I would never say that. You can make your own decisions," she said shrugging. "I was just telling you that Gamma Erik is here and waiting for you."

I nodded my thanks to her.

It was the next morning since Elliot came and confessed his love for me; then we spent the entire night making love and holding one another in our arms. Elliot had some Alpha-related issues he had to address this morning and sent Erik over to give me a ride back to the palace.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"But if he hurts you again, I'll chop his balls off," she adds, giving me a sweet smile.

I laughed and hugged my best friend.

"I love you, Rebecca. Thank you for being here for me," I breathed.

"Where else would I be?" She replied, hugging me back.

I pulled away from her and took a deep breath. I finished packing the last of my stuff and zipped my suitcase. Rebecca helped me bring my bags out of the apartment and as soon as we stepped outside, Gamma Erik ran out of the car.

"Sorry, Luna! I should have come up to help you," he said, grabbing the bags from me and Rebecca.

I raised my brows.

"You're back to calling me Luna?" I asked teasingly. Over the months I've been living in the palace, married Elliot, Erik and I became friends. I finally got him to call me Silver instead of Luna, despite Elliot's protests. But now it seemed he was back to calling me Luna. Erik looked a bit uncomfortable but he didn't say anything as he put my things in the trunk. I frowned at him, wondering what was wrong.

I turned to my friend and hugged her one last time.

"I'll call you," I assured her.

"You better," she told me in return. "What should I say to your father? That you returned to the Crown pack?"

I shook my head, not wanting to deal with my father right now.

"Just tell him I left," I told her. "He'll figure it out for himself."

She nodded and hugged me tighter.

"I mean it... if he hurts you..."

"I know," I said, blinking away tears.

I released her and turned back to Erik who had the back door of the car open and ready for me. He motioned for me to get inside. I waved goodbye to Rebecca before sliding into the car. He got into the driver's seat and pulled away from Rebecca's apartment and away from my father's pack.

"Mariah is cooking a meal for your return. The Alpha is also returning home from work early today so he can spend the evening with you. think he mentioned something about going to the hospital and confronting Shirley on her lies," Erik told me.

My chest tightened at his words.

"He wants to confront her?" I asked, dumbstruck.

"Yes, Luna," he answered. "It's not okay that she told you that she was his fated mate. It was a lie, and he doesn't take kindly to lying."

"Erik, can I ask you a question?" I asked, peering at him through the small mirror above his head.

He glanced at me in return before fixing his attention back on the road.

"Of course," he answered, a bit uncertainly.

"Why are you calling me Luna suddenly?" I asked. "You've been calling me Silver these last couple of weeks. Are we not friends anymore?"

He was quiet for a moment as he pondered that question; I could see the unease on his face even from the back seat. He eventually took a deep breath and glanced at me briefly through the mirror.

"Friends don't keep things from

friends," he finally said, sounding

defeated. "You left and you didn't tell

me you were leaving, Luna. You

signed divorce papers without talking to me first. If we were truly friends, you would have told me of your plans and the reasoning behind them. I would have told you the truth about Shirley and Alpha Ellio's relationship and it could have avoided all of this. So, no... I don't think we truly are friends."