Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

I had no idea the other Alphas were staying in this pack. I'm sure they were all over the packhouse. It was no wonder Elliot's been so busy lately. I felt foolish to think it had anything to do with me. But I wished he would communicate this stuff with me. Instead, I feel as if he's spending all of his time with Shirley.

"Let's get you ready for the ball; it's going to take at least a day," she told me, assessing my current appearance.

I frowned.

"Give me a break, I just got out of bed," I said defensively.

She laughed.

We spent the entire day getting ready for this ball. She was right; it took a lot to get me ready for this evening's events.

By the time everything was put together, the sun was setting, and it was almost time to leave. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about such an event. When I finally put the dress on and looked at myself in the mirror, I gasped at my appearance.

I hardly recognized myself. It was beautiful.

"Wow," I whispered, unable to form real words.

"Wow is an understatement," she said, pleased with herself. "You are going to be the belle of this ball. Now let's go find your prince."

I smiled and nodded as I followed her out of the room. She helped me navigate through the palace with my dress and by the time we reached the front foyer, Beta Leo and Elliot were standing at the doorway. They both turned to look at me as I arrived, and I swear Elliot's jaw dropped.

I could see the desires pooling in his eyes and it made me blush.

"Hey," I said to him, not sure what else to say.

'Hey," he replied. "You look beautiful," he finally said after a long pause.

I blushed at the compliment.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I told him, motioning for his luxury suit that looked extremely expensive and the red tie he wore. I smiled at the thought of Elliot wanting to match me and my dress. He had to have done that on purpose.

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"Shall we?" He asked, I nodded and took his arm without hesitation.

After thanking Alison for her job, well done, we followed Leo to the limo that waited for our arrival in front of the palace. My heart was racing the entire drive to the ball. I wasn't sure what to expect I had never been to an event like this before; it was all new to me.

Elliot kept a protective hold on my hand and kept himself close to me, which I appreciated.

By the time we got to the ball, my head was spinning. It was a huge event and there were so many people entering. There was a camera crew capturing everything and trying to get those entering the ball to answer their questions.

Elliot looked a bit annoyed by this sight.

"Don't answer any of their questions. Tabloid reporters always twist things around," he warned.

I nodded, feeling a nervous pit in the middle of my stomach.

The driver opened our doors, and we stepped out of the limo. Elliot kept a hold of my arm as we walked

through the crowd and towards the front entrance.

The reporters wasted no time as soon as they saw us.

"Alpha, who is your date for the evening? That can't be the Luna!" "Alpha Elliot, why didn't you come to the ball with Alpha Shirley?"

"Alpha Eliot, is it true you are secretly having an affair with Shirley?"

My heart ached to hear that. Elliot tightened his hold on me, probably knowing that the questions of these reporters were getting to me.

"Luna Silver, what designer dress are you wearing?"

"Luna, is it true you came between Elliot and his true love, Shirley?"

I opened my mouth to retort, but Elliot's words from before stopped I

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pulled me the rest of the way into the ballroom.

He took a deep breath as he turned to face me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I was surprised by the question, but I nodded.

"Yeah," I told him.

"We will talk about it later," he told me, running his fingers down the side of my face, making me look up at him, surprised by the sentiment.

I nodded my head once.

"If you get a drink, make sure you ask them not to put mistletoe in the beverage. Remember what my sister said?" Elliot warned.

I nodded again.

"I'll remember," I told him.

"Good," he said, taking my arm into his once more and guiding me away from the front entrance.

....

Third Person POV (Shirley)

Around the corner, Shirley stood with a wide grin across her face.

"So, the little Miss Perfect Luna can't have mistletoe?" She said to herself

after hearing Elliot's wallet's

find out what happens if

WI

does."