Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

"She doesn't," Char said, giving him a dismissive look. "She never should have existed. She was a mistake, Elliot, and she's going to be the reason for our downfall as a society. Her and the other one that exists on this planet."

My heart fell deep into my stomach from her words. What exactly was she trying to say? I was a mistake? I never should have existed.

Ugh, she sounded like my father.

"Watch how you speak about my wife, Char. I don't care if you are my sister..." Elliot said, his voice turning growly.

"What do you mean there's another one?" I asked, my brows furrowed and my mind stuck on that small detail.

"There's another like you with the same abilities," she explained. "Together, you two are the strongest beings to exist and you could do some serious damage to our world. It's why you shouldn't have existed. You were meant to die as infants, but you were saved."

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"We were meant to die?" I asked, my voice coming out breathy. "Who is this other person?"

She waved her hand dismissively.

"None of that matter," she said. "What matters is you didn't die when you were supposed to. Your powers break out of you during the full moon and because they've been locked away and undealt with for a long time, it is a painful and unpredictable process."

"And there's no way for me to train? I don't want to cause any problems or harm anyone," I told her, feeling a bit panicky suddenly.

"You'd have to find a witch who specializes in this kind of thing. I have never heard of one before, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. It's a large world and one might stumble into your lap at the right moment. In the meantime, it's best you protect yourself. Oh, and stay away from Mistletoe."

I raised my brows.

"Mistletoe?" I asked, confused.

"It's used as a sweetener in a lot of drinks. It'll have the same effect on your body as the full moon does. You'll transform in front of everybody and it won't be pretty. It's better if nobody knew about what you are."

I nodded in agreement, suddenly feeling drained.

"Thank you for your help," I told her, offering her a small smile.

"I didn't do it for you," she said, her lip curling in disgust. "If you ask me, I'd say your marriage was a mistake. My brother deserves better than to be stuck with a woman like you. You are a danger to society and it's better if you just stayed away."

"Charlotte," Elliot scolded through his teeth.

"I'm just being honest," she said, folding her arms across her chest and glaring at her brother.

"You should divorce her and start looking for your true mate," she told him. "She is out there somewhere; you can't give up on your search. If you let me, I could tell you where to find her. Just take my hand, Elliott."

I winced at her words, and I stared at her outstretched hand as she attempted to convince Eliot to take her hand.

"I've told you in the past, I'm not interested," Elliot said coldly. "I'm sorry if that disappoints you but who I marry does not concern you."

"Elliot," Char exclaimed, obvious surprise on her face.

Elliot took hold of my hand and pulled me to my feet.

"If you'll excuse us, we need to be going now," he told her.

He didn't wait for her response. He simply pulled me along with him and out the front door. He paused though just as we stepped outside Char had hurried after us and stood only a couple feet from us. When I looked at her, she was staring at Elliot with a hurt expression on her face.

"I'm sorry for overstepping little brother," she told him gently. "I just care so much for you."

He sighed and turned to look at her, giving her a smile in return.

"I know," he told her. "It was really good to see you, Char."

He released me long enough to hug his sister. I didn't bother saying anything as they parted ways. He took my hand again and pulled me

towards his waiting car. Char's

words replied repeatedly in my mind

long after she spoke to them.

The car ride was silent as I got lost in thought and replayed the conversation. I feel even more confused than before we spoke to his sister. I almost wish we hadn't bothered.

I glanced over at Elliot and saw that he was white-knuckling the steering wheel and I took a deep breath.

"Elliot..."

"We aren't getting divorced," he said sharply. "I don't care what she says, you are my wife and I'm not divorcing you so get that thought out of your head."