Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221

“I don’t know. You tell me.‘

The door opens, and my mother enters with a silver tea tray. “Here we are,” she announces cheerfully. She sets the tray on a side table and begins pouring. “Leonard, darling, one sugar or two”

“Two,” my father answers without taking his eyes off of me.

My mother hands him his cup, then turns to me with another cup. Arthur?”

“No, thank you.”

She frowns. “But I’ve already poured it.”

“I said no.”

My mother’s frown deepens, but she sets the cup down and takes a seat in the other armchair. “What are you two discussing so seriously?”

“Arthur seems to think I deliberately poisoned his mate,” my father says lightly.

My mother’s eyes widen. “Arthur! What a horrible thing to accuse your father of.”

“Is it?” I ask, looking between them. “Because it seems awfully convenient that the one thing Iris is deathly allergic to just happened to be the main ingredient in a cocktail Father insisted she serve at her party.”

“It’s my favorite drink,” my father protests mildly. “I had no idea she was allergic to kiwi. Did you, Wendy?”

My mother shakes her head. “Of course not. How would we know something like that?”

I study them both. They seem genuinely confused by my accusation.

“Regardless,” my father continues, taking a sip of his tea, “I fail to see why you’re so upset about this. These things happen. Humans are fragile creatures.”

And there it is. Even if they didn’t deliberately poison Iris, they clearly don’t care that she nearly died.

“Fragile or not, she’s my mate,” I say, my voice low and dangerous. “The mother of my son.”

My father waves a hand dismissively. “Yes, yes. But honestly, Arthur, you could do so much better. There are plenty of suitable females who would make a proper Luna. This dalliance with a human has gone on long enough.”

“It’s not a dalliance,” I growl. “And it’s not going to end.”

“Oh, Arthur, be reasonable,” my mother interjects. “Think of Miles. Don’t you want him to have a chance at life? She’s only holding him back. His behavioral issues would go away in a heartbeat with the proper structure.”

I can’t help but laugh out loud with that. “Right. Maybe I should raise him with an iron fist like you two raised me.”

My mother simply shrugs. “Your father and I did what was necessary to ensure you didn’t run amok. And you turned out perfectly well, aside from this… one obsession you have.”

“Obsession? How many times do I have to say that Iris is my mate? You two are mates. You should know just how important that bond is.”

My father sets down his teacup with a clink. “A mate bond isn’t the be–all–end–all of a marriage. She’s a nobody, Arthur. A human ‘artist‘ who can’t even stand up properly for photographs. She’ll drag your career through the mud.”

Goddess, how badly I want to tell them who Iris really is. A Willford A werewolf. The thought still makes my head spin. But I can’t tell them yet.

“Well, regardless of what you think,” I say curtly, turning toward the door, “I’m the Alpha President, and Iris is my mate. You

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