Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166

“Why should we?” she hisses in my ear. “You don’t belong here. You don’t belong with him.”

“It doesn’t matter what you think,” I say, struggling against her hold. “We’re mates.”

This earns me a harsh laugh from the third woman, who circles to face me. “Mates? A human can’t truly mate with a werewolf. It’s just a pale imitation of the real thing.”

“Poor Alpha President,” the tall one says with mock sympathy. “Trapped with a weak little human when he could have had a proper werewolf mate. One who could actually bear him strong Alpha children.”

“My son is an Alpha,” I snap, anger momentarily overriding my fear.

“A fluke,” the woman behind me dismisses. “Or a lie. No human mother has ever birthed a true Alpha.”

The tall one reaches for my dress again, this time going for the bodice. I twist desperately, trying to evade her claws, but I’m no match for werewolf strength and reflexes. The delicate material parts easily, the tear extending down to my waist.

“Such a shame,” she drawls. “This dress was wasted on you anyway. You can’t even walk in it properly.” She emphasizes her point by shoving me hard, and I stumble back against the bathroom counter.

I manage to catch myself, but the impact sends a sharp pain through my hip. “What did I ever do to you?” I demand, struggling hold what’s left of my dress against my body.

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“You existed,” the third one says simply. “Your very presence here is an insult to werewolf tradition. The Alpha President needs a proper Luna, not some human charity case.”

The tall one moves closer, her claws extending again. “Maybe we should give him a reason to reconsider his choice.”

Fear spikes through me as I realize she’s not just talking about ruining my dress anymore. I glance desperately at the locked door. It’s solid wood, and too far from the main hall, where the party is still in full swing–no one would hear me over the music and voices if I screamed.

“He won’t want you after we’re done,” the one behind me breathes, her claws nearly digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. “Not when we mark that pretty face.”

I lash out instinctively, driving my elbow back into the stomach of the woman holding me. She grunts in surprise, her grip loosening just enough for me to twist away. But the tall one is already moving, impossibly fast. Her claws catch the side of my arm, leaving burning lines of pain in their wake.

“Hold her still,” she commands the others. “Let’s see what the Alpha President thinks of his human pet when we’re done with her.”

I struggle, kick, scratch, but it’s no use. Their werewolf strength is overwhelming. The tall one brings her claws toward my face, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

In desperation, I do the only thing I can think of–I call out to Arthur in my mind, the way I’ve seen him communicate with Ezra. It’s ridiculous, I know. I’m human. There’s no way he can hear me. But I’m out of options.