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

Silver's POV

My brother came to me in a vision and told me that it was time for me to go with him. But how did he get into my head like this? Was it some kind of twin thing?

The thought of it made me sick; was he able to do this before? If so, why hadn't he reached out to me sooner? Elliot left to grab me a glass of water; he tucked me into bed for the night so I could rest. Despite the pain dispersing, I still had a slight headache, and I was lightheaded. Everything happened so quickly, and I feared for the fate of my mate.

When he returned, I released the breath I hadn't known I was holding. He helped me take a steady sip of the water and I sighed as I felt it going down my throat. He kissed the top of my head and held me in his arms the entire night. He was kind enough to not ask me any questions while I rested.

At some point, I fell asleep and when I woke up, I felt Elliot's soft lips on my cheek. I sighed contently at the feeling of him close to me and when I opened my eyes, I saw him smiling at me.

"Good morning," he said sweetly as he nuzzled his nose against my face.

I smiled at him and sat up, looking around the room. The sun was desperately trying to peer through the window.

"What time is it?" I asked him.

"Almost 10. You slept for a while," he told me. "Mariah is cooking breakfast as we speak, and I just got off the phone with my sister. She's going to be coming over soon."

I nodded and bit my lip.

"I'm going to have to tell her everything, aren't I?" I asked.

"Only tell her what you are comfortable with. But if we want to defeat Scott, we are going to need her help. She might be able to see something that we can't."

"I understand," I told him as I slid out of bed.

He kissed me lovingly as he helped me to my feet.

"When will she be here?" I asked.

"Soon," he answered. "I'll head downstairs. Come down when you are ready."

"Okay," I said, kissing him one last time before he left the room.

Sighing, I went over to the closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a crop top, along with some

undergarments, before retreating into the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed how worn out I looked. I crinkled my nose as stared at my lifeless bedhead and dark circles under my eyes. It looked as if I hadn't slept in a long time.

I turned on the water faucet and splashed some lukewarm water on my face, trying to wake myself up a little more. Then I ran a brush through my knotted hair before pulling it back; I left it half up and half down.

I stripped off my clothes and I gasped when I saw the hickeys around my cleavage and the fresh mark on my neck. I was completely branded and marked as Elliots. My cheeks grew pink as I stared at the markings on my flesh and then a smile tipped the corner of my lips.

I quickly dressed, slipped on some

comfortable flats, and then left the

bedroom to go into the kitchen. I heard some light chatter as I near the kitchen, and I immediately recognized the sound of Marian's voice. She was speaking to a couple of different people, but I couldn't make out the other voices.

As I stepped into the kitchen, I completely froze when I saw who was there. "Rebecca?" I asked. "Emma?"

They both looked at me and smiled.

I hadn't seen Emma since I told her not to take that drug in the hospital It felt like ages ago. I can't even

Rebecca, but I immediately frenet

remember the last time I saw

guilty

for not reaching out to her sooner and updating her on what was going on.

As quickly as she smiled, she soon frowned and put her hands on her hips.

"Why am I hearing that my best friend got kidnapped and her memory was wiped from someone other than my best friend?" Rebecca asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

I bit my lip and rushed towards her.

"I'm so sorry," I said, grabbing a hold of her arms. "I never meant to keep something like this from you. It all happened so fast, and I just got my memories back yesterday. Please, don't be mad at me." "Are you kidding me?" She asked, her eyes wide. "I was worried about you."

She wrapped me in her arms and hugged me closely.

"Can you maybe stop giving me a panic attack?"

I chuckled as tears filled my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'll try my best," I assured her.

She pulled away from me and stared at me at arm's length.

"Are you unharmed?" She asked.