Silver’s POV
A gold-digger?
The last thing I wanted Elliot to think was that I was a gold-digger.
“I’m sorry for my family,” I told Elliot later that evening while we were in the car and driving home. “I only wanted to get a rise out of them. Our relationship is… complicated.”
Elliot didn’t respond.
We remained quiet until we arrived at his luxurious mansion right in the middle of his pack. It was huge and there were a bunch of guards outside the front gate that greeted Elliot as we drove through.
Beta Leo was the one driving the car and he stopped right outside of the front doors. We remained silent until we got inside the mansion. We were greeted by a man in a suit, who I assumed was the butler.
He bowed to Elliot and then he bowed to me. I smiled at him, feeling a bit awkwa
