Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

I stared at the man who claimed to be my brother.

Scott sat in the chair by my bed, staring at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. I blinked a few times, my eyes quickly drying. My entire body felt numb from the information he had just given me.

Scott told me the story about Camilla and Kyle, our parents. There was a prophecy about a child born at midnight the night of the full moon, having terrifying powers and being the cause of disaster in the werewolf world. But what the prophecy failed to realize was that it wasn't just one child, it was two.

Twins.

Camilla did what she could to protect us from the terrible fate that lurked around the corner.

"She switched me at birth?" I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to cope with this new information.

"She didn't know what else to do," Scott said, staring down at his hands. "She decided to put another baby at risk instead of you. But she didn't know the baby she switched you with was Alpha's daughter. I'm not sure if she would have chosen a different one if she had known."Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"If you were just a baby, then how do you know all of this?" I asked him, my eyes narrowing.

"It took a long time for me to find out all the information to put the puzzle pieces together," he admitted, shrugging one shoulder. "I first found out about Camilla, Kyle, and the prophecy, from my mother." "Your mother?" I asked, raising my brows. "Camilla?"

"No, my adopted mother," he said, meeting my eyes. "Camilla and Kyle weren't sure what to do with me. They wanted to give me a better chance at life and thought abandoning me in a cave would have been better than the fate the Alphas would bestow on me." My mouth dropped open from his admittance.

"Thankfully, a woman found me. She was a rogue and she took me under her wing. She raised me as her own. She's the only mother I know," he continued. "After a while, she realized I was the child the prophecy spoke of and over time she figured out the rest of the information. I put the other pieces together after her death..."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling a wave of nausea consume me.

"What happened to our birth parents?" I asked, my voice coming out barely in a whisper.

He was quiet for a moment as if he was trying to figure out the best way to tell me the answer. He stared down at his hands and for a moment, he looked almost boyish, vulnerable in a way that took me by surprise. But the mask soon returned and his exterior hardened as he lifted his gaze to look at me.

"They killed themselves," he said

bitterly. "They took the cowardly way out. They took the baby and jumped off a cliff. It ended the search for us. When the Alpha figured out that it was Camilla who gave birth at midnight on the full moon, they went after them. But they were found at the bottom of the cliff with a baby. They assumed that was the baby

from the prophecy."

I felt sick to my stomach, and I had to wrap my arms around my body as I processed this heavy information.

"I see," I whispered.

"They did what they could to protect us," he muttered. "Even taking the life of another."

"That poor baby... she shouldn't have died," I said, shaking my head with disgust written all over my face.

"Nobody should have died," he spat, that deadly look returning to his eyes, sending a chill down my spine. "It's a shame it had to come to that. It was because of the Alphas that they died, and our lives got turned upside down. The Alpha of the Crown pack put the hit on our family. He was on a manhunt forus as

soon as his daughter had that

prophecy."

"Is that why you are after them?" I found myself asking, my own gaze hardening as I glared at him. "I know you are targeting Alphas. Are you hunting them because they hunted us?"

"At first, it started like that," he said, leaning back in his seat. "But then it grew more personal several years ago after my mother's death."

"You've been hunting Alphas for years?" I asked, my eyes widening. "Why wasn't that more known?"

"I've been studying Alpha's for a long time," he admitted. "I have been watching and studying. I wanted to know their every move. I wanted to take everything they had. I wanted to learn what made them tick. I used other rogues to get information and to steal goods from the packs in the area. My mother was kind of a big deal amongst the rogues, and they listened to her, which meant they listened to me as well."