Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Rebecca sat on the other side of my bed and wrapped her arms around me.

"I was so worried about you," she whispered. "Oh and get this... Stella was arrested for fraud!"

I gasped and stared up at her. "What?"

"She messed with the wrong painting," Rebecca chuckled, shaking her head. "I might have put a famous painting in your art studio at the palace because I saw Stella snooping around. As soon as she heard that you were in the hospital, I knew she was going to try and pull some shit. So, I put a very famous painting in your studio. She didn't know the difference and tried to sell it as her own work," she explained.

"Oh, my Goddess," I breathed.

"Yeah," Rebecca said, shaking her head. "She sent it in for profit and it was recognized immediately. Now they are realizing that all her paintings aren't hers. Some even recognized the painting as yours. So, she's been arrested and now she has to spend a couple of months in jail for the crime."

"What about my dad?" I asked. "Can't he get her out."

"She's made such a large-scale enemy out of herself that he's worried it would ruin his reputation if he let her get away with this crime," Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. "So, he's letting her rot a few months in jail. Because he's an Alpha, she only got a few months. She'll be fine."

I shook my head in disbelief. I seemed to have missed a lot in a couple of months. I'm sure there are a ton more they need to tell me, but my mind went right back to Elliot.

"Elliot..." I said quickly. "I need to see him."

They both fell silent as their eyes met.

"There's something you need to know," Charlotte said, taking hold of my hand. I knew what she was going to say, but it didn't make it any easier to hear. "Elliot was hurt by the dagger..." she explained. "It was really bad, Silver." Tears filled her eyes and when she spoke my name, her voice cracked. I knew this was hard for her to say.

"We brought him to the hospital and tried to save him... but it was no use. He was too far gone," she whispered, unable to keep her emotions in check. My vision became blurry with unshed tears. Her lips quivered and she let out a sob, she couldn't continue so Rebecca spoke for her.

"We had him on life support for a while because Charlotte couldn't let go," she said sadly. "But it was time that we unplugged him..."

Charlotte sobbed; tears fell down her cheeks.

"No..." I whispered, my voice coming out inaudible. "Please, don't say it..."

"I'm so sorry, Silver," Rebecca whispered. "But he's gone. Elliot died officially a few nights ago. He's in the morgue right now and they are planning on having his funeral tomorrow."

I shook my head as tears soaked my

cheeks; I could save him. I knew I could. The Goddess told me that I'd be able to save him as long as his body hadn't been put to rest yet. I had to bring back my husband.

I grabbed a hold of Charlotte's arm, drawing her attention to me.

"I have to see him," I said softly. "Take me to my husband."

"Silver" she tried to say, but I cut her off with my sharp words.

"I can save him."

She raised her head to look me in the eyes.

"No, you can't. There's nothing to save. He's a vessel now. My brother is dead."

"I can bring him back," I said firmly. "I know I can. My blood has magic powers, and I can bring him back as long as he hasn't been put to rest yet. Bring me to him."This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"Silver, the minute we shut the

machine off and he officially died, the mark on your neck disappeared. That's a sign that your bond is now broken... he's dead and he's coming back," Rebecca said as tears filled her own eyes. "I'm so sorry."

I pulled my hand away from both of them and tried to get out of bed; the doctor removed the machines from me, so I was able to get up. I hadn't used my legs in a couple of months, so I expected they would feel weird. But oddly enough, I was feeling strong; like I hadn't been in a coma for two months. I felt my wolf stirring and waking within me, feeding me strength and energy.

"Silver, what are you doing?" Rebecca asked.

"Going to find my husband with or without your help," I said through my teeth.

Charlotte was the one who finally relented.

"Fine, we will take you to him."