Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle Novels & Stories

“I guess he only liked me because I’m the daughter of the Alpha from the Stormwind Pack.” “Is that so?” The man asked with genuine curiosity in his tone. “Would you like my help dealing with that trash?” I was surprised by his offer, but I shook my head. “Thank you, but it’s fine. I mean, I could just marry his uncle instead,” I teased. Rebecca’s idea was sounding better by the second. “Do you know who his uncle is? The Alpha of the Crown Pack. The most powerful Alpha in the world.” As I said those words, my spirit sunk even more. Who was I kidding? The Alpha of the Crown pack would never marry someone like me.

It was the best for both of us! As a mere omega, I couldn’t go to the moonlight auction. Dreaming about Carlos wasn’t a chance in frozen hell for me. He was my ex’s uncle, for goodness’s sake. The Alpha of this goddamn region. I was nothing compared to him, a girl with a shattered past and a reputation barely hanging by a thread.

Upon hearing that, Maya laughed, her voice sounded like bells, “Even his brother thinks he’s a jerk? How bad was he to you?” “You see…” **************************** “What do you mean? Rome didn’t agree for me to become Alpha? Do you need his permission for me to do that? That guy is a bastard, he has always hated me! He would never give you permission!” Jared yelled, and his father banged his hands on the table.

Vincent’s fingers stopped, and he raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly. I stared at him. “I’m here now. I want those bastards to pay for everything they’ve done to me.” When Alpha Vincent suggested getting married the next day, I caressed the ring he handed me—the inside of the band engraved with my name. Tomorrow, I would become the wife of Alpha John’s uncle. Tomorrow, I would begin planning their destruction.

Without waiting to hear more rubbish from him I shut the door angrily, then I suddenly opened the door again because I had something important to tell him. “Well guess what? Your uncle chose me, this would be the last time we speak formally. I am now your uncle’s wife.” I said to him and closed the door with satisfaction. At the beginning of the conversation I really wanted to give him a punch on the face but I stopped myself because the look he had on his face was satisfactory enough for me. ## #### It was getting darker and almost time for my dinner with Jackson. The dress was so beautiful, he sure has a good taste in picking outfits.

CASSANDRA'S POV I was left dumbfounded. My brain was still processing the fact that Alaric had announced me as his wife I could not even process the fact that he was Sinclair's uncle I stared blankly at the man who was supposed to be my ex-uncle and found it hard to believe. He looked just a few years older than Sinclair, I had no idea until today that Sinclair had such a young uncle. Several questions started to race in my mind, if Alaric knew I was engaged to Sinclair. Did he have any secret intention because I found everything fishy?

Then you can't put it out. "Did you see Alpha Marcus?" That was someone near the bar. I didn't turn around. I didn't need to. "Standing there like a statue while his own wife walked out with his uncle." "Dominated by his own uncle. Right in front of everyone. Didn't even say a word." "In front of all these people. His own party. His own wife just left with Kieran Blackwood." "And he just... let her go. Like he didn't even care." "Like he couldn't do anything about it."

I left his office. “What did Uncle say?” Cara asked the moment I stepped out. Before I could answer, her eyes fell on the brochures in my hands. She snatched them from me, scowling. “You’re marrying Uncle?!” “Sshh.” I hushed her quickly in case anyone overheard—though I was sure we were the only ones on this floor. At least, I thought we were. “M-Married? You and Uncle Clifford?” Both Cara and I turned at the shaky voice. My breath caught. Jackson was standing a short distance away, frozen like a statue, his face etched with shock.

Sometimes I caught him staring and reacting at things before they made a sound. "It’s beautiful, Leo," I whispered, brushing his cheek with my fingers softly. Just then, my office door swung open without a knock and I didn’t need to look up to know who would dare pull such a stunt. Alexander Reed. He looked every bit the deadly but calm billionaire the media portrayed him to be. He was the only one who knew the truth about my past and some of the changes I had undergone. “Our jet is ready to move,” Alex said as he walked in and casually ruffled Leo’s hair. “The cars are waiting downstairs.”

It was a tall man, radiating an overwhelming Alpha presence that commanded attention. He had deep-set eyes, a high straight nose, and striking features. There was something familiar about him. A flicker of recognition stirred within me. It was Eric—Kellen’s uncle and the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. Eric stared at me, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment—though it remained gentle. “I came to check on you. To see if you were feeling any better.” His face unlocked something within me. Buried memories broke through—the scattered fragments from that day in the forest started to coalesce.