Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

It was a sleepless night, and I spent most of the day isolated in the bedroom while my brother did Goddess knows what. My nerves were on high alert. One rogue came into my room at some point during the day to give me some food, but I refused to eat it. I didn't trust anything they gave me. She told me that Scott wanted me to have my strength for later that evening because I would need it, but I told her I wouldn't consume anything they gave me.

Scott came to see me later in the afternoon and he had a smug look on his face.

"My spell is complete and now I just need to cast it," he told me, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. "We are going to your darling husband's pack in a couple of hours. It'll be the last time you ever see him alive."

My heart fell deep into my stomach. I wasn't sure what to say, so I chose not to say anything for right now. I let my eyes fall to the ground, not able to look him in the eyes. He smirked, taking my silence as a win.

"You should eat something, you'll need your strength," he told me, pushing off the doorframe.

I shook anything.

"I don't trust you," I murmured. "I won't consume anything given to me here."

"You ate when you first got here," he said, folding his arms across his chest.

"Because you didn't want to hurt me when I first got here. Now that I'm a traitor, I'm not sure what you'll do to me."

He scoffed at my words.

"We need you alive for this plan to come together. I need your powers, so we aren't going to hurt you until we need to."

I shuddered at his words, "until we need to."

My chest tightened; I couldn't lift my gaze to look at him. I refused to let him see me break.

He smirked as he stepped through the door to leave the room.

"Suit yourself," he murmured. "I'll see you later tonight."

Without another word, he closed the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I finally allowed the tears that I'd been holding in to fall out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks. Elliot... please... keep yourself safe because I am unable to keep you safe.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep. It was either because I was growing weak, and depressed, or maybe I was just exhausted after spending the entire night in panic mode. But I woke up when I felt my hand falling to my side. The silver cuff was still wrapped around my wrist, but it was no longer attached to the bedpost. There were a couple of rogues standing around me, making sure I didn't go anywhere.

I jumped at the sight of them; one of them was the rogue from last night who brought Scott to me. He had glimmer of humor in his eyes as he grabbed me and pulled me out of the bed. My entire body ached from sitting in the same position the entire night.

Once I got to my feet, they started to push me towards the door. None of them said anything and that made me even more nervous.

"W...what are you doing?" I stammered. I was trying to see if I could find a clock, but there were none. Based on the window, it was dark outside, so I knew it was probably almost time for the takeover. My heart hammered wildly in my chest.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

When we walked around the corner, Scott was waiting at the doorway with a wide smile on his face.

"Get her in the car," he said, motioning for the car sitting out front. It wasn't there earlier, and I wondered where it came from.

"Right away, Boss," one of the rogues said as they continued to push me through the door.

"You'll never get away with this," I said through my teeth as I passed my brother.

His smile widened.

"That's where you are wrong, Silver. Because I already got away with it," he laughed humorlessly.

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and went with the rogues to the car. They shoved me into the backseat and one of them got into the driver's seat. Scott slid into the passenger's seat and two more rogues sat on either side of me.

"The others will meet us there," Scott announced as we drove away from the rundown shack of a home. This was the first time I had seen it from the outside. We were in the middle of a forest and based on the rancid scent, we were in rogue territory. That wasn't surprising though; my brother was pretty much the rogue king at this point. They all respected and trusted him. It gave me a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.