Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Arthur

I bolt out of Iris’s apartment, barely remembering to close the door behind me. The Mindlink from Ezra still rings through my

head.

“Alpha, we found the car. It’s a Lotus Eletre. Only three in all of Ordan…”

“Selina,” I mutter under my breath as I slam my car door shut and turn the ignition. The engine roars to life.

Her family loves those fucking cars.

I always knew Selina was ambitious. But this? Attempting to murder Iris? Sending CPS to take Miles away? This crosses a line I

didn’t think even she would breach.

By the time I reach her home, an expensive modern mansion overlooking the city, my wolf is demanding vengeance. I pound on

her door.

“Selina! Open up!”

A moment later, the door swings open to reveal Selina. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of me, but she recovers quickly.

“Arthur, darling, what a pleasant surprise,”

I push past her. “What did you do, Selina?”

“What?”

“Your silver Lotus. Are you really dumb enough to think that I wouldn’t recognize it, or did you hope I would?”

A flicker of something crosses her face before she quickly masks it. “I have no clue what you’re talking about, Arthur. The Lotus is

being serviced. The alignment was off.”

“Bullshit. A silver Lotus was caught on camera hitting Iris’s cab. The same day she almost fucking died.”

Selina doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. “Huh. What a strange coincidence.”

“Is it?” I can feel my control slipping. My wolf wants to shred into her throat. Right now, so do I. “Just like it’s a coincidence that CPS showed up at Iris’s door today? After an anonymous complaint?”

Her red lips curl. “Oh, did they? How unfortunate for her.”

The casual admission hits me like a punch to the gut. I knew it, but hearing her practically confess it with a fucking smile on her

face sends a new wave of rage through me.

“So it was you,” I snarl. “You tried to kill her. And when that didn’t work, you tried to take Miles away.”

Selina walks past me to pour herself a drink at the bar in her dining room, her movements graceful and unhurried. She pours gin.

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into a glass, then plops a slice of lime in. “I wa

spectrum disorder. Learning disabilities.” She shrugs. “All typical in hybrid children, apparently. The human DNA corrupts our