Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Chapter 115

When I burst into the apartment, Miles is still sitting there, staring at his plate of plain vegetables and steamed tofu. The sight breaks my heart, and I whirl toward Mrs. White, who’s sitting in the armchair in the living room with her arms folded and a smug expression on her face.

“He wouldn’t-” she begins, but I cut her off.

“How care you let my son sit here all night, going hungry?” I bite out, trying not to yell just for Miles‘ sake. “It’s been hours!”

The nanny’s lips press i

a flat line. “I told him very clearly that if he ate his dinner, he could watch an educational film. He wouldn’t eat, so he didn’t get to leave the table.”

“This is abuse,” I hiss, scooping Miles up into my arms. He whimpers softly, burying his face against my neck. Huffing, I hurry into the kitchen, where I gently place him on a stool at the counter. “What are you hungry for, little wolf? Chicken nuggets?”

Miles sniffles, his eyes swollen and red–rimmed from crying. “PB&J,” he mutters.

Without hesitating, I quickly throw together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some apple slices on the side. The nanny glares at me from the kitchen doorway the whole time, and by the time I place the plate in front of Miles, she looks like she’s going to be sick.

“Peanut butter and jelly have a lot of sugar-

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“He’s five,” I cut her off, gripping the edge of the counter. It’s worse if he doesn’t eat at all than if he eats something decadent.”

Mrs. White’s face reddens, her eyes flicking over my gown. Typical,” she mutters, folding her arms. “You think you’re one of us, waltzing around in expensive clothes and going to our events?”

My eyes widen. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t even know how to feed a healthy werewolf child let alone exist in our society,” Mrs. White grits out.” You and your… your people are going to ruin our next generation of Alpha kids. You’re stunting his growth!”

I roll my eyes. “He’s growing just fine.”