Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184

The interviewer takes notes, then turns to me. “And now you’re raising your son together. How has that transition been?”

“It’s been wonderful having Arthur in Miles‘ life,” I manage. “Miles adores him.”

“I imagine it must be quite the adjustment, suddenly being thrust into the public eye as the Alpha President’s mate and the mother of his heir. How are you adapting to your new role?”

“I’m still figuring it out,” I admit. “It’s very different from my previous life.”

“Yes, I understand you were living quite anonymously before. And now you’re poised to become Luna of Ordan. Quite the change! What aspects of the role are you most looking forward to?”

“I, um, I’m taking things one day at a time right now.”

The interviewer’s smile doesn’t falter, but her hand jerks as she jots down my answer across the page. I’m pretty sure she’s changing my answer, because she’s writing a lot more than what I actually said. “And how do you see your relationship with the Alpha President evolving?” she asks. “Are there wedding bells in the future?”

Arthur smoothly steps in. “We’re focused on being a family right now

The formalities will come in due time.”

The interview continues in this vein for what feels like hours. She asks about our favorite activities as a couple, about how I’m decorating “our” home (I don’t correct her assumption th

I’ve moved in with Arthur), about my fashion influences, about my thoughts on werewolf–human relations in Ordan.

Not once does she ask about my art. Not a single question about my career, my residency, my creative process. It’s as if that entire part of my identity simply doesn’t matter here.

By the time the interview wraps up, I feel like I’ll explode if I don’t of this damn dress.

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I escape to the dressing room as soon as I can, where I immediately kick off the pinchy shoes and begin pulling pins from my hair. I scrub at my face with some makeup remover wipes, turning my skin red and angry.