Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 31

The innocence in his voice sends a lance of regret through me. I want to tell him the truth–I really do. We’ve always been honest

with each other, and having to lie to him over the phone that one time still bothers me.

And yet… Even nas I open my mouth to tell him that, yes, Arthur is his father, I just… can’t. The words just won’t come, because,

frankly…

I’m afraid. Afraid that if Miles knows the truth, he’ll want to see Arthur more. And if he wants to see Arthur more, then I’ll be forced to look into the eyes of the man who betrayed me in a more painful way than anyone else ever could.

I know it’s selfish, but it’s true.

But it’s not just out of selfishness; I fear that Arthur may reject Miles, just like he rejected me. I fear that Miles won’t be worthy enough of Arthur’s love as a half–blood son–the product of an unfortunate union between a human and a werewolf. The Alpha

President, no less.

I can’t let my son feel the same pain that I felt five years ago. The pain that I feel even now.

So that’s why I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood and answer, “He’s not your father, Miles.”

Miles looks disappointed, but doesn’t bring it up again. I taste blood all throughout our breakfast.

After breakfast, we meet Liam, Brian, and the twins at our apartment. The landlady said we could move in today, and I can’t wait

to show Miles the place.

Of course, just as I suspected, he loves it especially the bunk bed. He and the twins run off to play while Brian, Liam and I begin unpacking the suitcases in the living room, carefully stacking piles of clothes and knick–knacks. But each item feels like a weight, another step into Ordan and out of the safety and anonymity that Bo’Arrocan provided.

I don’t realize that my eyes have misted with tears until Brian touches my hand.

“Hey. You’re gonna be fine.”

I look up and quickly wipe my eyes. “I know.”

Brian and Liam exchange glances, and Brian says gently, “This is gonna be good for you and Miles. You don’t need to worry ab

Arthur.”

“Thanks,” I say, managing a watery smile even though I don’t believe him.

Sure enough, later that night, once Miles is asleep and I’m setting up a fresh canvas in my studio area, there’s a knock on the

phone number, and email. There’s a blank space at the bottom with a time and date handwritten on it for nine o’clock tomorrow