Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

This food was so good.

I closed my eyes and continued to eat, letting the flavors dance off my taste buds.

"Do you enjoy chicken pot pie?" Scott asked curiously.

I could tell he was trying to get to know me.

I nodded and cleared my throat as I swallowed the food.

"Yes," I answered. "It's always been a favorite dish of mine."

"Mine too!" He nearly shouted. "I guess we have some stuff in common."

I nodded and forced a smile as I took another bite of the pie.

"So, what exactly is the plan for tomorrow?" I asked him, needing to know for certain what he was actually planning to do.

He looked up at me and assessed my face for a moment; I tried to keep it as neutral as possible.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"We have to wait until midnight," he explained. "That's when the full moon rises to the highest point in the sky. That's also when we are the strongest. I have a spell that'll help us expand our abilities to every pack and cause all the wolves to go mad. We'll be able to change the scents of every high-ranking wolf. They'll be fighting each other in no time."

He laughed as he said that last part, giving me a nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed the vomit that desperately wanted to spill out of my mouth. I grabbed a glass of water and took a long sip of it. As I put it down, I took a deep breath and leaned back in my seat. "And what about Elliot?"

He scoffed at the mention of Elliot as he took another large bite of his food. He chewed thoughtfully for a long while before setting his fork down and wiping the corner of his lips with a napkin.

"Elliot is mine," he said, his tone dark and unfamiliar.

I looked up at him, confused.

"What?" I asked.

"He took so much from me, and I won't allow him to take any more. I promised my mother I would avenge her death and that's exactly what I'm going to do. With everyone preoccupied with fighting each other, they won't even notice me killing their precious Alpha." "And do you think Elliot won't try to fight you?" I asked, raising my brows.

Elliot was incredibly strong, and I doubted someone like Scott could defeat him, even if Elliot didn't have a backup.

Scott laughed, sending a chill down my spine.

"I have a secret weapon that'll get rid of him quickly," Scott murmured. "All it'll take is a scratch."

My heart fell deep into my stomach; was he talking about the same dagger that I came here to find?

"Does that upset you?" He asked, putting his hands on the table. "Are you capable of truly helping me, Silver? Or are you playing games?"

My eyes widened; I couldn't let him be onto me. At least not yet.

"No, of course not," I said quickly.

"Trust me, Scott. I want to avenge

both our parents and reclaim my life. I'm proud to be standing by your side while we restore what was

rightfully ours to begov

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Perfect," he said, reaching over and touching my arm gently. "That's what I like to hear. We are going to be a great team."

I nodded, but then another thought occurred to me.

"Tomorrow night, I might not be myself," I admitted.

He furrowed his brows.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't control my powers, Scott. The night of the full moon, at midnight, I will be hardly coherent. I'm not sure how much help I'll be." His smile widened.

"You don't even need to be awake for tomorrow," he told me. "All that matters is that you're by my side. The rest is just details. Don't worry about a thing. I'll be there every step of the way. The question is... will you be there, Silver?"

I stared at him for a long while, the hopefulness and joy on his face made my heart squeeze. He was formed and developed to be this way. He wasn't born a monster but somewhere along the way, he turned

into one.

I felt sick pretending to be on his side, but I had to do this. I needed to find that dagger so I could put an end to him once and for all.

I smiled at him and resumed eating my chicken pot pie.

"Yes," I answered. "I'll be there."