Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 180

Silver’s POV

We all stared at her dumbfounded. She looked so confident, and I had to admire her for that. I couldn’t believe what she was saying though. She must have had a vision about what my brother was planning, and she knows how to put a stop to him?

“Are you serious?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she told me as she made her way into the kitchen. Elliot was trailing behind her, looking a bit apprehensive. I could tell he didn’t like what she was about to say. I walked over to him and put my hand on his arm to soothe him.

“Is everything okay?” I asked him.

He met my eyes and gave me a small and very forced smile.

“I’m not entirely sure,” he said. “She insists that you hear her out, but I don’t really like the plan she came up with.”

“How about you grab a plate of food,” Mariah suggested as she piled more food onto a couple more plates.

“Don’t mind if do,” Charlotte said, sitting at the counter. “I’m starving. My vision was tough, and I woke up with such a headache.”

I pulled Elliot with me towards the counter and took my seat, while Elliot wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my head, his front to my back.

“So, what exactly is this plan?” Rebecca asked through a mouthful of food.

Charlotte frowned at her; the look of distaste on her face as she narrowed her eyes.

“And who exactly are you?” Charlotte asked.

Rebecca put her fork down and turned to face Charlotte.

“Rebecca,” she answered, holding out her hand for Charlotte to shake. “Silver’s best friend and confidant.”

Charlotte sized her up before turning and ignoring her outstretched hand.

“Interesting,” Charlotte murmured.

Rebecca only scowled and then looked at me; I only offered her a shrug, not really sure what else to say.

“So, are you going to enlighten us with this plan?” I asked; picking up a piece of bacon and bringing it to Elliot's mouth. I smiled when I felt him take a bite.

“Yes,” she answered simply as she took a sip of the coffee Mariah placed in front of her. “Great coffee, Mariah.”

“Thanks, dear,” Mariah beamed.

“Char, focus,” Elliot scolded, yet his tone was casual.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. ‘

“Oh, fine,” she muttered. “Yall are no fun.”

“Maybe we’d be more fun if our lives weren’t in danger,” I suggested; I was unable to hide the aggravation in my tone.