Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 18

Silver’s POV

I spent the rest of the next day editing the painting. I didn’t need Elliot with me to do the finishing touches though. I wasn’t sure if I could handle being alone with him so soon after our heated passion early this morning. My cheeks flushed at the memories of his hands on me and his lips against mine.

I thought about that mysterious voice I heard in my sleep last night and I classified it as a dream. It was odd though; why would I hear the words, “Mark him,”? I wasn’t even a wolf so marking Elliot would be impossible.

Why would I want to mark him anyway? This marriage was only a contract. He helped me get out of marrying Gavin and I helped him sleep at night. It’s a marriage of convenience and nothing more.

But then what was this morning about? Why had Elliot wanted to be inside of me and touch me so badly?

I shook the thought out of my mind and took a step back from the portrait, admiring my work. I painted Elliot in a black shirt, almost blending into the night, resembling a wolf that roams in the darkness.

I made sure to keep Elliot's face out of the portrait for privacy reasons.

“You did well,” Elliot's voice sounded behind me, making me turn to look at him.

“Thanks,” I said, wrapping my arms around my body as I peeked up at him. “It’s almost a shame to sell it. I think this is the best one yet.”

“Then keep it.”

I let out a low laugh.

“What would be the point of that? I painted this for the auction,” I reminded him. “I’m calling it ‘Nothing but Dangerous.’”

He corked an eyebrow at me before looking back at the painting.

“Or how about you call it, ‘Nothing but Love.’”

My heart swelled and my cheeks burned like they were on fire. Something stirred inside of me that I couldn’t explain. It was how I would imagine a mate bond to feel, but that was impossible.

I nodded in response.

“I like that.”

***

The day of the auction arrived quickly, and I was beyond nervous. I wore a simple black dress and gave myself a French braid. I applied a little makeup before feeling satisfied with my appearance.

Elliot was in the kitchen when I arrived and when he saw me, something flashed in his eyes that made my chest tighten.

Was it lust? Desires?

I cleared my throat.

“I’m about to leave for the auction,” I told him. “Will you be joining me?”

“I have business affairs to take care of today,” he informed me.

I tried to mask the disappointment I felt by plastering a smile on my lips.