Chapter 130
Chapter 130
Iris
I’ve just begun packing a bag of art supplies when Arthur suddenly bursts into the room. His hair is disheveled, his suit jacket missing, tie askew. For a split second, my heart betrays me with a familiar flutter before I crush the feeling down.
“Iris, stop. Please.” He steps toward me, hands outstretched. “Whatever Selina told you-”
“Is it true?” I ask coldly. I continue tucking my paints into my bag. “Is Miles an Alpha wolf?”
Arthur freezes. The silence between us turns thick and heavy, confirming what I already know.
“Yes,” he finally says. “But I can explain-”
“How long have you known?” I zip the bag and turn to face him.
“A few weeks. I was going to tell you, I swear. I was just waiting for the right time.”
I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “The right time? Like when, Arthur? After you’d secured your custody rights to your Alpha Heir?” The words taste bitter on my tongue.
“That’s not-” He runs his hands through his hair, a gesture so familiar it aches. “I was going to tell you tonight. After the exhibition. I had it all planned out.”
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