Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot)

I reached out and took hold of his hand.

"It's going to be okay," I assured him. "Don't worry about me."

He frowned as he lowered his head to my eye level.

"I do nothing but worry about you," he confessed. His lips brushed across mine and I felt heat coursing through my body, making me blush. "I'll be right here the entire time."

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"I know," I breathed before pulling back.

"Okay, do it," I said, giving her my arm.

She nodded and stepped closer to me.

"This might hurt," she said, holding up the longer needle.

I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. I felt a sting in my arm, and I winced at the feeling. I was a big baby when it came to shots. The sting only grew more intense until she pulled the needle out of my arm and bandaged it. "There you go," she said as she started to put away her supplies.

I glanced at my arm which was now bandaged, and I frowned. I still don't remember anything.

"Nothing is happening," I said with a deep frown.

"Of course, nothing is happening yet," she said, rolling her eyes at me. "It's going to take some time to kick in. Relax until the effects start to happen."

I nodded in response.

Charlotte left the room with Dr. Scott trailing behind her while Elliot slid into the bed beside me and wrapped his arms tightly around my body.

I felt so comfortable and tranquil being in his arms.

It didn't take long to start feeling discomfort in my arm. I wiggled in place, trying to get comfortable, but my arm was starting to go numb. I frowned as I looked down at the bandage.

"Are you okay?" Elliot asked, alarm clear in his tone.

"Um... I think so," I murmured. "I'm not entirely sure."

I let out a yelp as tingles shot through my arm and then a burning sensation erupted around me, causing a loud scream to escape my mouth.

"Silver!" Elliot gasped as my entire

body fell onto the bed. My back arched and let out another ear-piercing scream as pain coursed through my entire body. It almost felt like my blood had caught on fire or something. My head felt like it was about to explode at any moment.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I panted and gasped for breath. I knew that Elliot was holding me and trying to speak soothing things into my ear, but I couldn't hear a thing he was saying while this pain was too much for me to handle. I whimpered and gave a distressed sigh as my body jerked back and forth in his arms.

Images of my brother clouded my vision and suddenly, I was no longer in the clinic, I was lying in a bed in a room that I didn't recognize. At least not at first. The longer I stared around the room and the images came into view, the more I started to recognize the area. My brother stood above me with a smile on his face but there was no kindness in his eyes.

"W...what's going on?" I asked; my voice almost sounded like an echo.

My brother didn't answer my question; I wasn't even sure if he could hear me. Instead, he paced back and forth looking more irritated with each passing step. He turned to me and started to talk; he told me the story of our parents and how we ended up separated at birth He told me the story of his adoptive mother and how there was a hit sent out against the rogues. He told me how she died.

He wanted me to join him.

He wanted to prove that Elliot wasn't coming for me and that he never cared about me. Only my brother cared about me. Scott.

He wanted me to join him in killing Elliot.

The memories invaded my head like

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a freight train, and I found it difficult to bear. I screamed out as more memories rushed into me. Every single detail of what happened these last couple of days right up until saw Shirley standing in the room with the syringe. She was after Elliot's pack; she was willing to sacrifice Elliot to get what she wanted.

Just as she pressed the syringe into my neck, I could still feel the sting of the needle and the effects it had on me.

No!

I can't lose my memories again! I have to keep fighting! I can't let them win.

My entire body froze entirely, unable to move or feel anything before all I could see was darkness.