Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Elliot's POV

What the fuck happened last night? Why was my memory faded and my head in so much pain? It's not like I drank anything besides a couple of beers. It shouldn't have had such a severe effect on me as it had. But here I was, my memory of last night's event practically gone, and a killer headache that made me feel as if I was seriously hung over.

As I came to, a glimpse of Silver's beautiful face came into my mind, and I sighed in contentment. I'm not sure at what point I started to have these real feelings for her, but I knew that my heart and body belonged to her. This wasn't just a marriage of contract for me anymore, this was a marriage, and I was willing to do whatever I could to prove that to her.

It was a strange discovery this morning, but I felt it right in my bones and my wolf hummed with agreement. He had already claimed her in more ways than I could count; though, I won't let him give her the mating mark. Not yet at least, I couldn't force that on her. It had to be a discussion between the two of us and if that's something she wants, I will make it happen. We will proceed with the mating ceremony, and I will mark her as mine. She will wear my mark loud and proud on the nape of her neck for all to see and she will officially be mine in not just the human world, but the wolf world as well.

I opened my eyes and reached over to my lovely wife, wrapping her in my arms and snuggling close to her. The feel of her naked body making my cock twitch and her scent slapping me in the face like an open palm, jolting my senses back to reality.

My entire body felt like it was being scorched to death from her touch and I quickly looked over at her only to get an eye full of scarlet red hair.

I nearly fell out of bed at the sight of this woman in my bed.

No, this wasn't my bed.

I looked around at the unfamiliar setting.

I was in a hotel room.

What the fuck happened? Why was Shirley practically naked in my bed?

I was completely naked, and Shirley lay beneath the covers in only her bra and underpants. My heart cracked immediately, and my body shuddered in disgust and despair.

"Shirley?" I said through my teeth, jolting her awake.

Her eyes flew open, and she sat up, her hair falling over her shoulder and a smile spread across her lips.

"Oh, hey, Elliot," she said sleepily. "Good mor—"

"What the hell are you doing in here, Shirley?" I asked, not letting her finish that sentence. "Where's Silver?"

"Silver?" She asked frowning. "She's not here."

She reached out to touch me, but I jerked her away; I couldn't stand the feel of her hands on me.

I searched around the room, spotting my clothes on the ground. I grabbed my boxers and quickly got them on, followed by my parents, being careful not to reveal myself to Shirley. She remained in the bed, folding her arms across her chest and pouting at me.

"What happened last night??" I demanded, fury rising in me.

"My memory is a little foggy. I think I had a lot to drink. But I remember you saying needed me and wanted to be with me..." she said, her brows furrowed together. "You told me—"

"You are lying," I said, glaring at her. "I would never say such nonsense. I am married, Shirley."

"But you don't love her..."

"You don't know a thing about our marriage," I growled.

Tears welled up in Shirley's eyes and her bottom lip trembled. Shirley had been a long-time friend and seeing her this upset softened me slightly. But not enough to blind me from what happened. I barely had any memory of last night. All I remembered was this frenzy of desires and needing to bury myself inside of Silver. But I never imagined that I would mistake Shirley for Silver.

I shook my head, not wanting to even think about such a thing. There was no way I would mistake Silver for anybody else. I couldn't have...

"I'm sorry, Elliot," Shirley said, tears running down her face. "I only gave you a small dose of a party drug. You always liked it in the past. I took one too thinking it would be fun, like old times. I never imagined that we would ever sleep together though. I'm so sorry."

"A party drug?" I asked her, fixing my glare on her, anger surging through me.

In my late teens and early twenties, I admit I enjoyed taking a party drug every now and again and going clubbing. But I never lost my memories or felt this horrible afterward. I also never woke up in bed with anybody before. I shook my head, running my fingers through my head as I tried to recall what I could of last night.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.