Chapter 89
Silver’s POV
I was seeing fucking red!
Seeing Shirley on top of my husband was the last thing I expected to see upon arriving at the training grounds and it was the last thing I wanted to see. I knew this marriage was all about convenience and a contract, but did he seriously disrespect me so much that he would openly allow Shirley on top of him like this?
I felt a mixture of pain and fury at the sight of them and the only thing I could think to say was, “Get your disgusting hands off my husband, you bitch p>
As soon as Elliot heard my voice, he was quickly standing to his feet, and I heard him huffing out my name. Shirley went straight into the dirt from the speed of him standing to his feet. He didn’t even look sorry that she fell to the ground, but I noticed how red Shirley got in her face and the flash of anger that went through her eyes as she glared back at me.
“Silver, why are you coming here and causing a scene?” Elliot barked, loud enough for everyone to hear. I felt myself shudder from his coldness, but I stood my ground, not willing to back down from this fight. I have a pretty long to-do list today and catching my husband with another woman was not on it.
“How could you let her on top of you like that?” I asked him through my teeth, my lips curling up in disgust as I stared at him. I couldn’t hide the hurt in my tone and in my eyes; I knew he could see it but all that was revealed to me in his end was indifference.
It hurt me more than anything.
He wasn’t even sorry for having been caught. I felt so pathetically stupid at this moment.
“We were training,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me. “What business do you have here p>
I pressed my lips in a thin line and glanced over my shoulder at the ladies who accompanied me.
“These are the women who want to start training,” I told him.
The women all looked between the two of us nervously until one of them stepped forward and bared her neck to the Alpha.
“We would like to train with the warriors,” she said, keeping her head lowered.
Elliot stared at her for a moment longer before looking over the other women. His face was expressionless as he pondered his options. The other warriors were watching us warily, unsure of what was going on. I wondered if Elliot had told them that the women wanted to start training as well, or if this was a complete shock to them.
I got my answer as soon as Shirley opened her big mouth.
“Are you kidding me? They aren’t strong enough to fight alongside us. Whose idea was this p>
“We have been talking about this for a while, Alpha Shirley,” one of the ladies spoke up. “We believe that we can be just as strong as the men if given the chance to train and prove ourselves p>
“Oh, is that so?” Shirley asked, her tone darkening, and I could hear the mocking behind her words.
The women all paled, unsure of what to say in response.
“That’s what I thought-” Shirley tried to say, but Elliot held up his hand, silencing her.
“Very well; you ladies can start
training and prove yourselves. Not
all of you will make the cut but consider this your probationary period Y
You work hard and show me
that you can fight just as well as my male warriors, and I’ll let you join the Gamma Force p>
Excitement lit up their faces and I had to fight the urge to smile my appreciation. I haven’t forgotten the fact that I’m still angry and upset about what I had just walked into. Shirley practically straddling Elliot wift haunt my mind for a long time.
“Go partner up with one of the gammas,” Elliot ordered the ladies standing behind me.
They looked amongst one another for a moment before joining the men on the training grounds. Shirley continued to glare at us with her normally plump lips pressed into a thin line. Elliot’s eyes remained on mine.
“It wasn’t what it seemed,” he finally said, breaking the silence between us.
“No? So, another woman wasn’t just straddling you?” I asked, a bit louder than I intended, and I obtained unwanted attention from the other warriors.
Elliot cursed under his breath before his hand wrapped around my wrist. He started to pull me away from the others and away from the training ground, but I put up a fight. “Let me go, Elliot,” I ordered.
“Don’t make me carry you,” he said under his breath as he continued to drag me away.
My face reddened at the thought of
Elliot holding me in his arms and carrying me away while others watched. stopped fighting him and walked with him. He didn’t release his hold on my arm until we were in front of the packhouse. His arms folded across his chest as he stared down at me; there was nobody else in the area, so we were free to speak privately.