Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 174

Elliot’s POV

I already had a feeling that her brother was after me. But the question still remained as to why. I didn’t understand what I did personally to him or these rogues. But I had a feeling Silver did know, and she was hesitant to tell me.

“Hey,” I said, taking her arms and pulling her back towards the bed so I could hold her. Her face was pale, and she had tears in her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me, not ever wanting to let this woman go. “Tell me what it is he wants with me and my sister.”

“He wants to get revenge, Elliot. Your father is the reason his adoptive mother is dead. We were separated at birth because of your sister's prophecy,” she explained.

I furrowed my brows together. I was very little at the time of her prophecy, so I don’t remember much of what happened back then. But I do remember them hunting down the child my sister saw in her prophecy. I’m not sure what happened after that though; it seemed like the case got dropped. My father never brought it up again and I never bothered to ask.

“When she had that prophecy, my birth mother panicked and switched me with another baby at the hospital,” she explained, much to my surprise. “There weren’t any boys born at the time so she couldn’t switch my brother. But she took someone else’s baby; the Alphas…”

My heart hammered in my chest with each word that she spoke. Could it be true that her mother switched her with the Alpha’s baby to protect her?

Then, what did that mean for the Alpha’s baby? What happened to her?

“They didn’t know what to do with my brother, so they left him in a cave. Thinking it would be better for him than the certain death that was waiting around the corner. Afterward, they took Alpha’s baby and jumped off a cliff. Later, they were found, and it was assumed that the baby they were holding when they died was the baby your sister prophesized about.”

“They sacrificed the Alpha’s baby?” I asked, dumbfounded.

Tears filled her eyes as she stared at her hands.

“Yes,” she whispered. “It should have been me…”

“No,” I said firmly, grasping her hands in mine. Her gaze lifted and she met my eyes, tears glistening behind her gaze. “This is not your fault. No one should have died, but specifically not you. You are not the destruction my sister saw in her prophecy.”

Tears slipped out of her eyes and down her cheeks. I wiped them away with my thumbs as I held her face in my hands.