Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Arthur stares at me for a moment, his breath warm across my face in the cramped closet. Then, without a word, he turns and rushes after her, likely to do damage control.

Once I’m alone again, a soft whimper escapes my throat before I can stop it. I lean my head back against the wall, staring up at the dark ceiling, and suck in a deep lungful of air. As I try to steady myself, a resolve settles over me.

I need to get a grip on myself now, before I’m faced with another heartbreak. This is the consequence of living with him, of seeing him every day. I’ve grown nostalgic, tender. I need to harden my heart again, just as I have done a hundred times before, and focus on one thing and one thing only.

My son.

Taking another deep breath, I reach into my purse and pull out Hunter’s business card.

I don’t want to take any offers, but maybe I should take his. I need that residency at Abbott Gallery. For Miles‘ sake

And mine.

Arthur

I hate that I have to leave Iris behind, but the potential damage Selina could cause if she decides to be vindictive about it is too great. I find Selina moving toward the dance floor, and to my surprise, she doesn’t pull away as I stride up to her and loop my arm through hers, leading her further into the crowd.

She just glances up at me through her lashes, a small smile playing on her lips, then positions herself to dance with me. I cup her hand in mine, my other settling on her waist.

“Having some fun in the closet?” she purrs in my ear as we begin to sway.

My chest tightens. That was more than ‘some fun‘; it was a release of five years of pressure, a necessary binding between myself and Iris. I couldn’t control myself anymore, not when I saw that man obviously flirting with her. She’s mine, no one else’s, and she looks fucking devastatingly beautiful tonight, and I needed her.

But I don’t say that to Selina. Rather, I calm my expression and reply, “I apologize. That wasn’t very tactful of me. I shouldn’t let my emotions take over like that in public.”

Selina scoffs and looks away. The smile on her face is serene, but her long, sharp nails dig into my shoulder as we move on the dance floor. “Well, she’s becoming a public figure in Ordan rather quickly. More quickly than I was expecting.”

“I know a way,” Selina says, looking up at me once more. My stomach drops slightly before she even says the next words: “Unmark her. She cannot choose another mate, but you can. You’d both be free of your… urges toward one another.”