Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

pleasure and waves of it shot through my body. My legs began to tremble as my orgasm came in full force.

I felt his canines piercing my flesh, deepening the mark that was already there. I let out a howl, something that I didn't know I had inside of me until this moment. He deepened his canines as he continued to thrust slowly inside of me. The sharp pain turned into intense

every way possible, declaring that I was his and only his.

As he retracted his canines from the nape of my neck, I came undone, allowing my body to feel every rush of pleasure he provoked. With a few thrusts more, he came undone with me. I felt his warm seed spraying inside of me, coating my insides and branding me in

We remained like that for several minutes. We shared passionate kisses while he remained inside of me, holding me up and keeping me pinned between him and the wall. After we both got our bearings, he slowly slid out of me, his seed sliding down my legs in the process.

He kissed my forehead before he took some soap and a washcloth. He started to wipe my inner thighs until they were clean. Then, he turned off the water and took hold of my hand.

He wrapped a towel around my body first before he put a towel around his waist and then he kissed me sweetly.

As we left the bathroom, I quickly put on my pajamas, and he pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Both of us were quiet and lost in our thoughts. I was thinking about what was about to come in the unforeseen future. I worried that my brother to try and take me away again; I worried he might do something with my memory for the second time. I felt a fear like no other creeping up my spine and suddenly, I felt as if I was being watched. I glanced at the window with a frown; it was dark out and I knew there was no one there. This pack was safe, and Elliot would make sure that nothing bad happened to me. But then why did I feel so unsure?

The knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. Elliot opened it and greeted the maid who was sent to bring us food. She put the trays of soup down on the table on the far side of the room before leaving. "You should eat," Elliot told me.

I nodded and was just about to walk over to the table and do just that when a sharp pain in my temple stopped me. I cried out in pain as I fell to the ground, clutching my head as if it might explode.

I could see flashes of lights in front of my vision and my entire body trembled in agony. It didn't make any sense; it wasn't the full moon yet so why was this happening to me all of a sudden?

"Silver!" I heard Elliot yell as he rushed towards me. I felt his warm hands around my body, trying to provide me with soothing comfort, but the pain was too much. Tears burned in my eyes as more lights flashed in my vision.

This was different though; usually, I could see the scents of those I was looking at or those I had looked at. But this one was different, it was like I was seeing someone else's scent. Someone who wasn't here in front of me.

This scent was dark red, a color I had never seen before. It was almost maroon. If red meant power, I wondered what maroon meant.

The colors began to shift as it

continued to flash through my

vision, and it turned into the forel

Ve

a man that stood in front of me. It

was almost ghostly.

of

I let out another whimper as I tried to focus my attention on the man, trying to figure out who or what it was.

He bent down and reached his hand out to me, and I screamed in horror at the sight.

What was happening to me??

"It's time for you to come with me, Silver," the voice said in a deep and very familiar voice.

I gasped as the lights became blurry again and then went away. I realized I was on the ground with my knees pressed to my chest and tears were streaming down my cheeks.

The lights in my vision were gone and my head was no longer aching. Elliot kept his arms wrapped around me as he whispered soothing things to med lifted my head off the ground and peeked up at him through my tear-filled eyes.

"Elliot..." I cried. He held me loosely and kissed the side of my head.

"I'm here; it's okay," he whispered, holding me close.

I shook my head as I sobbed.

"No, it's not," I cried. "It's not okay."

"What's wrong? What is it?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

"It was Scott..." I sobbed. "It was my brother. He's coming."This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.