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Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle by Aurora Starling

Chapter 45
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He looked atquestionably for a moment before he conceded.

"I'll see you later then," he said, turning to leave. "I'm going to get dressed and then I'll be out of here. If you cby the packhouse later, csee me." I was stunned by this; he wantedto walk in on him and Shirley? He was gone before I could say anything.

At spoint during the day, my phone started to ring. I was busy in my stuworking on sother paintings when it rang on my desk across the room. Sighing and wiping the sweat off my brow, I stood from my stool and my way across the room and to my phone.

I frowned at the number displayed on the screen; I didn't recognize it.

"Hello?" I asked, answering the phone.

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"Hello, is this Mrs. Silver Crown?" Asked a man on the other end; I was still getting used to people callingMrs. Crown.

"Yes, this is her," I said, sitting on my desk chair.

"This is Edmond Wilson calling from Hope's Art Gallery. How are you doing Mrs. Crown?" My heart leaped in my throat; Hope's Art Gallery was huge in this region. Not as big as Pandora's Bloom; but it was still pretty known. It was also one of the art galleries that I submitted my work to a few weeks ago and it got rejected. I wondered why they were callingnow.

"Please, callSilver. I'm doing fine; and yourself, Mr. Wilson?" "I'm doing good; thank you for asking. I'm calling because your portrait at the auction had blown up. I'm the manager at Hope's Gallery and I have been searching for new artwork for our new exhibit. We would like to feature sof your paintings." My brows rose at his words.

"If you remember correctly, Mr. Wilson. I did submit sof my artwork a few weeks ago but they were rejected," I reminded him.

He was quiet for a moment.

"That was done out of error," he said calmly. "My associate doesn't know great art when she sees it." My frown deepened.

"Then, why is she working in an art gallery?" I asked.

"She won't be much longer," he muttered. Then he changed his tone as he moved on from the topic of his associate. "I am willing to pay you handsomely for your artwork. We can set a tto meet his week and go over the details in person." I grabbed my planner and a pen.

"Yeah, we can set something up," I agreed.

"Excellent," he replied.

*** Elliot's POV

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My wolf was content after the night we had with Silver. It was a strange feeling because he hadn't felt like this in a long time, I slept better than I had in a long tas well. Leaving her today was not something I wanted to do, but with these recent rogue attacks, I had no choice. I had smeetings I needed to take care of. We needed to figure out why these rogues were targeting not only my pack but nearby ones as well.

Shirley has been helpinginvestigate a bit further because her pack has been in jeopardy as well copardy She was already in my office when I got there. She was dressed in a button-down red blouse with her cleavage on display and a short business skirt that hugged her thighs tightly with black studded heels. It was her normal attire. She was leaning against my desk with her arms folded across her chest.

"You are later than I thought you would be," she said, narrowing her eyes at me.

I froze at the doorway.

"Do I need to alert you when I'm going to be late to my owpackhouse?" Wasked her. "Don't you have a pack to run yourself?" She rolled her eyes.

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