Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

I wished I could contact Elliot and let him know of Scott's plans for tomorrow. Elliot and the others had a pretty good idea about what was going on, but I don't think they understood the extent of it. The battle between packs was only meant to be a distraction; the real

danger was Scott and that dagger. He was planning on using it against Elliot.

This meant that getting my hands on that dagger was going to be harder than I thought. There was no way he would allow it to be unoccupied for long, which meant I would need to figure something out.

"I'm going to head to bed," Scott said as he stretched. He stood up from the couch and yawned in the process.

We spent some time getting to know one another. He told me of his adventures growing up with his adoptive mother and how he came to know that he had a sister out there. When he found out the truth about where we came from and the prophecy, he just knew I wasn't dead.

Once he discovered that I was alive and where I was, he spent a long time studying and watching me. I had to admit, I felt creeped out after knowing that fact. But I kept a plastered smile on my face and acted as if it didn't bother me. I had to pretend I was still on his side no matter what.

I didn't have to tell him anything about my life because he seemed to already know, which wasn't surprising considering he'd been watching me.

I internally grimaced.

"I have to get up early to get the ingredients for the spell tomorrow night," he continued. "Will you be okay by yourself?"

I nodded and smiled up at him.

"Yes, brother," I told him, trying to appear playful, like a sister should be. "I'll probably head to bed soon too."

Scott walked over to me, and I froze as his arms came around me and he hugged me tightly.

"I'm glad to have you in my life, sis," he murmured. "This is going to be good in the long run. You'll see."

I nodded, biting my lower lip.

"I believe you," I told him.

He smiled and then left the room without any further words. I stood to my feet and stretched as well; I was pretty beaten after the day I had, but I really wanted to find the dagger that he was planning on using against Elliot tomorrow. I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep until that dagger was found and used on Scott. I needed to stop Scott even if it was the last thing that I did.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

I was about to leave the living room when I heard a grave voice from nearby.

"Where exactly do you think are going?"

I whipped around to see one of the rogues standing by the kitchen, his eyes were yellow and turned into slits. I stepped away from him, unsure of what he was going to do if I were to get too close.

"I was just going to bed," I lied.

He sneered at me.

"I don't know who you think you are fooling, but it ain't me," he hissed, his eyes narrowed in my direction. "I know you did not switch sides so easily."

"And how do you know that exactly?" I asked.

"Little Miss Perfect Silver with the rich husband?" He cackled. "Switching sides for a bunch of rogues. I ain't stupid."

I folded my arms across my chest and furrowed my brow at him.

"I didn't switch sides for a bunch of

rogues. I switched sides for my

brother," told him firmly. "I

understand better than anyone why my brother is so upset with Elliot and his family. I'm here to help him take back what was ours and avenge our family."

This made the rogue laugh even harder; his laugh was like nails on a chalkboard and made me flinch. It sounded forced and strained like he had never laughed a day in his life before and he wasn't sure how it was supposed to sound.

"You might have Scott fooled, but I'll be keeping an eye on you, Silver. You aren't as clever as you think you are," he growled in a low and threatening tone.

He didn't stick around to say anything more, he brushed past me, nearly shoving me into the wall as he walked by me and left the living room.

I stood in the middle of the living room, confused as to what the hell just happened.

I had a feeling he wasn't the only rogue that was going to be keeping an eye on me; this only made my job that much harder.

I sucked in a sharp breath and went

towards the room they assigned as mine; the same room they had kept me prisoner in a few days ago. I still felt like a prisoner even though I had free range to the house.