Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

The night of the full moon had finally arrived; I knew by midnight tonight my secret would be revealed to the entire pack.

No.

I couldn't let that happen.

I had to think quickly and escape just before all was revealed. They couldn't see my transformation.

I rummaged through my closet, trying to find an appropriate outfit to wear for the event. A maid brought me an evening gown for the event per orders of Elliot, but I wouldn't be able to escape in that kind of attire. I wanted to wear something that I could move easily.

I settled on a pair of designer jeans and a nice blouse. The event was going to be at the packhouse, so I wasn't sure why I would have to dress fancy anyway.

However, as soon as Elliot saw me, his lips thinned, and he folded his arms across his chest like he was getting ready to scold me.

"That's not the outfit I had picked out for you," he said, meeting my eyes. "Didn't the maid bring you the dress?"

I swallowed and glanced at the bed where the dress remained in its casing.

"Well, yeah. But I wanted to wear something more casual. Isn't that dress a little too much for the gathering?" I asked him, trying to sound innocent.

"It's not just a gathering. You are being introduced as the Luna of the Crown pack. The largest and most famous pack in the world. This isn't a small event," he reminded me. "Where is the dress? Don't make things more difficult."

Without another word, he left the room, leaving me feeling more defeated than ever.

I had to admit though, the dress was gorgeous. It was silver with sparkles that ran along the silky seams. It wasn't too exposing, but it showed off all my curves and angles perfectly.

It came with matching heals that were going to make my plans for an escape tonight nearly impossible. But I was still going to try.

Taking a deep breath, I dressed in the gown and put on the heels. Once I finished, I joined Elliot in the front parlor.

When he saw me, he smiled.

"You look beautiful," he told me.

I blushed at the compliment.

"Thank you," I said, sounding a bit breathy.

A nervous pit remained in my stomach though; how was I going to get through this evening?

Noticing the concerned look on my face, Elliot slowly approached me, running his fingers up and down my arms and causing goosebumps to form along my flesh from his touch. I lifted my gaze to meet his and I saw that he was looking at me compassionately, like he could hear the anxieties going on in my mind.

"It's okay to be nervous," he told me, his tone soft and filled with sincerity. "I'll stay by your side the entire time. Nobody will disrespect you."

I knew he meant those words to be reassuring, but they weren't. In fact, they made me even more nervous. If he stayed by my side all night that meant my wiggle room for escape was even thinner.

I forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to lead him on to that something was seriously wrong.

I went with Elliot to the packhouse, and I was shocked by how many people were already there. The banquet for the gathering took place on the back patio. Light streamers were placed around the patio, canopying over us and lighting up our pathway more than the moon could. There was live classical music playing softly in the corner and everybody was dressed in elegant dresses and suits. Waiters were serving champagne flutes and hors-d'oeuvres.

Tables wrapped in white clothes and decorated with beautiful roses and candles were set up for dining.

As we entered, eyes were turned in our direction and whispers started to erupt around us. Everybody was talking about the new Luna and the wife of their fierce Alpha. Wondering how someone like me could snag someone as powerful and important as Alpha Elliot.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Elliot didn't mind the looks we were getting though; instead, he linked his arm with mine and kept me close to his side as he walked around the banquet, greeting his pack mates by name.

Elliot introduced me to most of those we encountered, and I kept a plastered smile on my lips, trying to pay attention to what he was saying, but my mind kept traveling around to possible escape routes. The event was held outside, so that made things a little easier. Though the backyard was fenced in, there had to be doors leading out of there.

Most of the inside of the packhouse was empty besides a few workers, I could probably sneak in and leave through the front door without anyone noticing. However, it was going to be difficult leaving when Elliot wouldn't let me out of his sight. He seemed reluctant to let my arm go as if he was afraid, I would disappear at any moment.

Little did he know, that was exactly what I wanted to do.

I could always tell him that I have to run to the restroom. I would take the heat later because there was no doubt in my mind that he would be angry with me once he realized I was gone.