Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 55

Thankfully, the laws have changed since then. But Alphas can still claim the ‘Alpha’s Heir‘ law and gain custody. of their firstborn werewolf child in court, if they have reason to do so. And what better reason than being the fucking President himself?

But then it hits me.

“Actually,” I say, my eyes lighting up, “Miles isn’t a werewolf. He’s human. He didn’t inherit any werewolf traits, so the Alpha’s Heir law doesn’t apply to him.”

The lawyer, if anything, just gives Miles another disgusted look. “Right,” he says slowly. “Well, my decision still holds: my firm simply lacks the resources to participate in a legal battle against the Alpha President. I’m sorry, Miss…”

His voice trails off, and I realize he doesn’t even remember my name. I don’t bother to tell him what it is, and simply whisk Miles away.

As I leave, I wonder if he would have been more inclined to help me if I had been a werewolf. Typical.

Afterwards, holding true to my promise, I take Miles to a small ice cream shop and buy him a cone. As we begin making our way home–or rather, back to Arthur’s home–I chew the inside of my cheek, considering my options. If I could just scrape together enough money, I could afford a better lawyer who will help me with this. It might take a little time, but I could do it–I could sell some paintings, for a start.

We head back into the apartment building, where Cliff is sitting at the front desk. His eyes light up as we approach, and for the first time since this morning, I smile.

“Miss Iris,” he says, struggling to his feet. “I never got to say last night just how glad I am to see you. Are you and Mr. Arthur back together now?”

My smile twitches a little, but I manage, “No, Cliff. I’m just… staying for a while.”

Cliff’s face falls ever so slightly. “Oh. Well, you’ve been missed, you know. You should speak with Ms. Augustine. She never stopped talking about you. Although, her mind is going a bit these days, so don’t be too alarmed if she’s a little… confused.”

At the mention of the elderly landlady, my heart softens. Another face I once loved–we started a book club‘ together back when I lived here, and we would meet every Saturday for tea and to discuss our books. It was just the two of us, and Cliff sometimes barged in to steal our cookies, but I always treasured it.

I never finished the last book we were supposed to read, actually. I wonder if it’s still here.

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