Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Arthur blinks at me for a moment, as if surprised that I’m not catching whatever it is that he’s implying. Then, his eyes flick to Miles, who is reading happily while swinging his legs in a chair, and my stomach drops.

“My son is not your property,” I growl.

Arthur just quirks an eyebrow. “Ezra, can you please explain this to Iris?”

Ezra nods, clearing his throat and stepping forward. “Iris, Miles is often the subject of your artwork. He is also a product of your prior relationship with Alpha Arthur. Therefore, he actually falls under the ‘interests associated with the patron’s investment in the artist’s career‘.”

I just stand there for a moment, hardly daring to believe that they’re being serious. Surely this is some kind of practical joke. I almost expect Selina herself to walk in, laughing and pointing at me for falling for it.

But neither Arthur nor his Beta show a hint of amusement on their faces.

“What?” blurt out. “First of all, he’s a human being, not an object. Second, you don’t even know if he’s your son.”

The moment the words leave my mouth, I feel my ears redden. It’s a desperate and weak attempt to throw Arthur off, and we all know it.

Arthur reaches into his desk again and pulls out an envelope. With painstaking slowness, he opens the envelope and withdraws a paper, which he hands to me.

It’s a DNA test. An official paternity test confirming that Arthur is, indeed, Miles‘ father.

“How…”

If I didn’t know better, I’d say that Arthur looks slightly sheepish. But only slightly, and the expression is gone just as quickly as it came. “I took a hair sample the day we went to the amusement park,” he says.

My eyes widen. “You bastard.”

Arthur glances at Miles, still absorbed in his book, then back at me. “I had no choice, Iris. I was worried you would try to do something like this. As Miles‘ father, I have rights.”

“You’re not his father.”

“The paternity test states otherwise.”

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He points at Miles. “I want two days a week, minimun, with my son. I want you both to stay in Ordan. I want rights.”