Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

I had framed my "exclusive" painting of Elliot on the wall in our bedroom right next to his model car collection. I smiled up at the painting, feeling satisfied with my hard work. Elliot walked into the room just then and froze when he saw it.

A bemused look crossed his face as he examined the picture and then his eyes found mine.

"You framed it?" He asked, noticing the golden frame I placed the portrait in.

I nodded.

"What do you think?" I asked him.

He thought about it for a moment, staring at the portrait intently before looking back at me. There was something in his expression that I couldn't quite read and for a moment, my stomach knotted.

Did he not like it?

Was he upset that I framed it and hung it up?

It's not like anyone would see this portrait besides us. Elliot doesn't like it when others are inside of our bedroom, including the maids.

"Did you frame Gavin's painting as well?" He asked, his tone indifferent.

I furrowed my brows at the question.

Why would he bring up Gavin right now?

"I painted that photo a long time ago," I told him, glancing up at him. "It was hidden in my closet at my father's house until recently. It was meant as a gift to Gavin, but I was too shy to give it to him." I noticed Elliot's jaw tick and I raised my brows at the notion.

Did he only agree to be my model because he saw that painting and was jealous? Would Elliot be jealous over something like that?

"And where is the painting now?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Still in my studio," I admitted; I'm honestly not sure what to do with it.

"Hmm," he hummed, turning away from me and walking towards the bed.

He was quiet as he took off his shirt and threw it in the laundry basket before removing his pants and doing the same.

I raised my brows while he got ready for bed, his silence speaking volumes.

"You aren't jealous, are you?" I asked him, my tone a bit mocking.

I couldn't help it; the big bad Alpha wolf was jealous over something so mediocre. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from chuckling as his body stilled.

"I'm not jealous," he said sternly, without looking at me. "I don't do jealous."

"Is that so?" I asked him, folding my arms across my chest and staring at his back.

He finally turned to look at me, his face unamused.

"Just go to bed," he muttered, clearly not wanting to discuss this any further.

This time, I did laugh.

***

A couple of days had passed since Elliot showed his jealous side and I still found it humorous each time I thought about it. He refused to say anything more on the topic and to save him the grief, I decided to get rid of the painting of Gavin.

I noticed there were a lot more people in the kitchen than usual and when I walked in to see what was going on, I saw Mariah speaking to a large group of workers. I assumed they were the kitchen staff at the packhouse.

They appeared to be going over a large menu for some event that was meant to take place soon.

Leo was also present for the meeting and when he noticed my curious and questioning looks, he joined me at the doorway to explain.

"The full moon is approaching, and we are going over the meal plan for the event," he explained.

I raised my brows.

"What event?" I asked him.

"Elliot insists on a pack gathering for this month's full moon. It's a way to introduce you as their Luna. It'll be held at the packhouse and everybody in the pack will be there," he explained.