Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle Novelas e Histórias

I wrapped both arms around my shoulders, shivering against the chill. My mind still couldn't piece together everything that had happened. I tried replaying the events, but they refused to line up properly. Johnson. Running. Duncan. The bond that snapped into place without warning. Duncan. Everyone knew who Duncan was. He hadn't left the pack quietly — he left because of what he did. He was Johnson's uncle. And now, I had been claimed by my ex-husband's uncle. My life could not have gotten worse than this. Then something stirred from deep within me. My wolf. She churned and pressed against my ribs, restless and insistent.

“I could surely find a better marriage partner.” Gavin scoffed. “My uncle is the Alpha of the Crown pack. There is nobody better.” Rebecca and I already knew this. “He is an absolute rationalist who prioritizes his interests above all else,” Gavin added. Rebecca furiously said, “I think you’re right. Why not just let her marry our uncle then?”

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.

Jared yelled, and his father banged his hands on the table. “Do not speak about your uncle that way, the elders have chosen him as the representative of the council and if he doesn’t give his permission, you will never become the Alpha. Can you even imagine, you called for a council meeting to make yourself the Alpha when I am not even dead yet? Were you always wishing for me to die?!” “N…no, I…” “Jared, I have been tolerating your stupidity for so much longer because of your mother but this is the tip of the iceberg. No wonder Rome doesn’t want you to become Alpha, you are not fit for that.”

Rather than the signed divorce papers, maybe his injury was why Uncle and the chief had come here. I was proud of myself for doing what any Alpha-blooded female would've done in that situation. If he was someone I didn't know, I would have killed him when he jumped me like that. But we were married for one year. That was what saved him. I felt confident and ready to tell the older males to fück off. My major worry now was getting rid of the mark before it makes me too soft towards Liam Rudd. As we passed my living room and entered the grand hall, Uncle and the chief elder rose up from their seats.

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.

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.”