Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

The thought occurred to me, but I'm not sure how well I could pull it off.

I suppose it couldn't hurt to try.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The following day, I remained in bed for most of the morning. Normally, I would be awake early so I could work on some paintings in my studio. But today, I was pretending to be incredibly sick so that Elliot would let me miss the gathering happening in a couple of days.

I placed a hot cloth over my face and when I heard the bathroom door opening, I quickly took the cloth off my face and shoved it under my pillow.

When Elliot saw me still in bed, he frowned.

"Why haven't you gotten up yet?" He asked as he finished getting dressed for the day.

"I don't feel so good," I told him, making myself sound sick and pathetic.

His brows furrowed together.

"You were fine yesterday."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I was feeling off yesterday too. But it really got bad today. I think it's getting worse, and I'll probably be sick for at least a week," I told him, moaning in pain.

"Is that so?" He asked, not sounding very convinced.

"Feel my head; it's very warm," I told him.

He stepped toward me and placed his hand on my forehead, a frown marring his lips. Then he cocked his head to the side.

"And what might this be?" He asked, reaching around me and grabbing the cloth that I stuck under my pillow.

I silently cursed myself for not making sure it was completely hidden. He pulled the cloth out and his eyes narrowed at it.

"A hot cloth?" He asked. "Is this the reason you feel warm? Do you take me as a fool?"

I bit my lower lip and sat up.

"No," I murmured. "I'm really not feeling well. I put a warm cloth on my head because I have a headache."

"Then I'll get you some medicine. I'm sure once you get up and shower, you'll feel better," he told me.

He turned and left the room. A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I sighed and slid out of bed to open it. One of the maids stood on the other side with a glass of water and a medicine bottle. "The Alpha told me to give this to you, Luna," she said, handing me the medicine and water.

I thanked her and closed the door, bummed that my plan didn't work.

Later, I knocked on Elliot's office door.

"Come in," he said.

I opened the door and stepped inside. He glanced up at me.

"Did you need something? Or are you going to stand there all night?"

I flinched at his cruel words before mustering enough confidence to say, "I have a work commitment on the full moon, so I don't think I'll be able to attend the event."

He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Do you forget that I'm the owner of the gallery?" He asked. "You have no other commitments other than the one to this pack. You will be at the ceremony, Silver. That's final." My cheeks flushed and I lowered my gaze.

There was no way I could get out of this event. What was I going to do?

Noticing the sorrowful look on my face, Elliot sighed.

"Look, I get that you are nervous. But there's nothing to be afraid of. The pack will be accepting of you and treat you with respect. It's just a gathering, Silver."

I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on the ground.

Little did he know that it wasn't the gathering I was afraid of.