Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Iris

Thankfully, our first night in Ordan, Miles was too excited to see the twins and Brian and Liam to ask about Arthur. That doesn’t

mean that Brian and Liam didn’t ask, though.

“Girl, is he following you?” Liam asked last night over much–needed glasses of wine. “It seems like everywhere you are lately,

there he is.”

I rolled my eyes and waved him off. But even now, as the morning sun streams through the window of my shared–temporary-

bedroom with Miles, I can’t help but think back on yesterday.

I’m not sure if Arthur will try to meddle again, but I hope he won’t. Especially not after the way he actually insinuated that I only brought Miles here for inheritance money.

“Bastard,” I mutter out loud before I can stop myself

Miles, who’s just beginning to stir, rolls over. His hair is adorably mussed from sleep, and he yawns big and wide in that adorable

childlike way that kids do before they become too self–conscious of the faces they make.

“What did you say, Mommy?” he asks.

I shake my head and wrap my arms around him, pulling him close and tickling him. “Nothing, little wolf,” I say over the sounds

of his little giggles. Miles writhes against me, pushing away, his face scrunched up with laughter.

Ever since Miles was born, I called him my ‘little wolf‘. I know he’s not a werewolf–the doctors told me he was 100% human-

but when I look at him, he just looks so much like his father that I can’t help it.

For a few moments, I just hold him close, enjoying this moment of peace. Despite everything that happened with Arthur, I’ll

always be grateful for the beautiful child we made together. Even the scent of his hair is enough to make me want another.

It’s moments like this that make me wish Arthur could be here, though. I wish he was here for the past five years, and that we

could have raised our son together. But it’s too late now, and besides, it doesn’t matter. Miles and I are happy just the way we are.

But then comes the bombshell.

“Mommy?” Miles asks, lifting his head to look at me. “Was that man yesterday really my daddy?”

as a mother, or tell him the truth and change everything.

Miles‘ eyes light up at the mention of his favorite breakfast food of all time, and he’s momentarily distracted. I let out a breath of

1. ed. For now at least

relief as he scrambles out of bed to get dressed. Crisis averted. For now, at least.

Down the street, we head into a local diner that I used to love when I lived in Ordan. It’s one of those retro joints with chrome accents and vibrant red booths. We take a seat near the window, and while Miles is trying to decide on which topping to get for his