Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

I sighed and grabbed my watercolors. As always, I got lost in the painting, even though I was kind of ruining it. Painting always gave me a sense of belonging. I could push all thoughts out of my mind and just focus on my work.

It took a little over an hour to alter the painting and when I finished, I couldn't help but chuckle. He was going to be so angry.

While I let it dry, I went into the kitchen to see if dinner was ready yet. There were a couple of workers in the kitchen, but there was no sign of Mariah.

"Where's Mariah?" I asked one of the chefs.

"She went to help out at the packhouse," she explained. "Are you hungry? I just finished with the roast beef."

My mouth watered as she took the roast beef out of the oven. It smelled incredible; with it was potatoes and roasted carrots.

"Starving," I admitted.

She piled good onto a plate and slid it across the counter for me. As I ate, I couldn't help but feel a bit sad. Elliot isn't here to eat with me and usually, he's home around now. "Have you heard from the Alpha?" I asked the worker.

She shook her head.

"I have not. He's probably still working at the packhouse. I've heard there have been some rogue attacks that he's investigating."

I nodded, understanding.

The flavors of the food hit my tongue fiercely and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my mouth. The look on the worker's face told me that she heard me loud and clear. "I'm glad you like it," she chuckled.

I wiped my mouth with the napkin before responding.

"It's incredible," I told her.

I continued to eat; the kitchen fell silent, and I was once thrust into my own thoughts. I had a longing for Elliot like no other and I couldn't explain these feelings I was having.

Shaking my head, I ate the last of the food before handing my empty plate to one of the workers. After thanking them, I returned to the studio to check on my painting. It was almost completely dry. Pleased with myself, I took the portrait back upstairs and hung it on the wall. I was so lost in thought, that I didn't even hear the bedroom door opening. I froze when Elliot's presence invaded the room. A warmth spread throughout my body and my heart started to beat even faster.

My breath hitched when he stepped up behind me. I couldn't even look at him.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"What are you do "

His voice trailed off when he caught sight of the portrait I was standing in front of. Immediately, the energy in the room shifted I heard a growl emerging deep in his throat.

"What is this?" He asked, his voice low and threatening.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and kept my eyes averted from his. I was too nervous to look at him. I wasn't sure what to expect so I kept my head downward and my back to him.

"I asked you a question. What is this?" He asked again, anger pouring off him in waves.

I lifted my head and looked at the picture, folding my arms across my chest I said, "I thought I would adjust it so it was more accurate."

Anger from him burst forth and he growled loudly, making the hairs on the back of my neck and arms stand tall.

"You think that's accurate?!" He growled.

When I didn't respond, he grabbed my arm and whipped me around to face him. His eyes were blazing, and I could see the yellow tint of his wolf's eyes peering through. His wolf was in control, and he wasn't happy with my little stunt.

Before I could react or say anything in response, Elliot pushed me against the wall, his body pressing into mine. I could feel every curve of his body as he pinned me between him and the wall.

My body shook as I peeked up at him through my lashes; I knew I was blushing from the heat that rose in my cheeks and my breathing was now heavy and I fought to catch my breath. I hated the effect he had on me and my body.

Then his deep and growly words made my knees weak.

"Maybe I should remind you how inaccurate you were."