A Handsome Alpha Appeared 35

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Chapter 35

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Five hundred thousand Ordan dollars. Per year.

And for what? To keep me under his thumb? To ensure that Miles feels obligated to him, so that he can groom him into being the

Alpha heir he always wanted?

Even if I accepted that absurd offer, which I would never, it likely wouldn’t change the fact that Arthur would never view us as fully worthy of his love. I’d still be his sordid human mistress, and Miles would be the half–blood son. Accepting us, loving us, in

the eye of the public would be too messy for Arthur.

Arthur and his pristine office, his spotless desk, his perfectly–tailored suit and neatly swept hair.

He would never.

And what really hurts is that he still seems to think that I’m just a shallow gold digger, that adding more and more zeroes onto his offers will make me happy when all I ever wanted was for him to view me as worthy of marriage.

Not her.

I don’t realize

okay?”

that I’ve whipped the pancake batter into oblivion until Miles suddenly tugs at my pant leg. “Mommy? Are you

I startle, almost having forgotten where I was for a moment. The sight of my son’s big eyes blinking up at me softens me, though,

and I offer him a smile and ruffle his hair.

“Ready for pancakes?”

Miles grins and scrambles onto his chair at the kitchen table, waiting patiently as he nibbles at the berries and melons I’ve prepared. I turn toward the stove and pour the batter onto the waiting pan, taking a deep breath to steady myself.

It’s not worth getting angry over anymore, I decide. I’ve told Arthur how I feel, and hopefully, he’ll stay out of our lives for good

now.

And now, I’ve got other things to look forward to. Like enjoying a decadent breakfast in our sunlit kitchen with my son. And I still have that painting to get started on; I can already picture it in my head, can smell the oil paints calling to me.

Today will be a peaceful day, I decide, which feels like a small rebellion against Arthur. Just me and Miles, enjoying our n new home. I’ll surprise him with a trip to the farmer’s market later to get some fresh vegetables for dinner, and we’ll be happy, and things will feel normal again, and I won’t see or hear from-

Knock, knock.

My hand stills over the frying pan, my heart leaping into my throat. Somehow, I know it’s him before I even open the door. I can feel the mate bond practically vibrating with his proximity, like an invisible thread attached to one of my ribs is being faintly

tugged from the other end.

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I turn, about to tell Miles to ignore it–that it’s just the mailman letting us know he dropped off a package–but it’s too late.

“I’ll get i

it!” Miles shouts, jumping out of his chair and running to the door.

“No, honey-”

He s

swings the door open, and just as I suspected, Arthur is standing on the threshold.

Miles stares up at him, his mouth hanging open. Mine falls open, too, only because Arthur isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but rather wearing a plain white t–shirt and tailored trousers, a baseball cap sitting on his head. That single curl that I used to love is still firmly tamed and out of sight, but he looks almost… casual,

Like he’s not just here on business.

Still, I feel the urge to shout at him to leave, to tell him that I made it perfectly fucking clear yesterday that I want him to leave me and my son alone.