Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 1

#CHAPTER 1: Results

Iris POV

Pregnancy Test Result: Single Live Intrauterine Pregnancy

Species Test: 99% Probability Human

Alone in the doctor’s office while she got me some medicine, I read the simple lines of text several times before they truly made sense.

I was carrying a child.

I looked at the second line again, a smile breaking out across my face. A human baby born of me and Arthur, my fated mate.

I had to tell him right now.

I dialed his number with fingers that shook slightly, glad I was already sitting down. A bubble of happiness swelled up from my heart, and I released it with a laugh. The phone, however, went straight to voicemail, meaning his phone was off.

Swallowing my disappointment but all too aware that Arthur tended to avoid distractions while at work, including just ignoring my calls, I tried to keep my voice cheerful.

“Arthur, it’s Iris. I know you’re busy, and I wish you good luck with the candidacy, but I have some news for you. Great news.”

I pressed my lips shut. Voicemail was not the way I wanted to tell him. News this good needed to be told in person.

“Anyway, please give me a call when you hear this. Love you.”

I hung up and wrapped my arms around myself tightly. I felt ready to explode. If it were a normal day, I would hop in my car and drive to Arthur’s office.

But it wasn’t a normal day. Arthur was meeting with election officials and members of his party to see whether his bid as a presidential candidate would be accepted. A powerful alpha werewolf since his birth, he’d been working toward this goal his whole life, and there was no question he would make an exceptional leader.

This was no time for me to be pestering him, even if this were the best news of my life.

But tonight, when he returned home with his good news, I would tell him mine. Our good news.

The doctor returned with a smile and handed me a bottle. “Take two of these with food twice a day for your nausea.”

“Can you tell how far along I am?” I asked.

“Four weeks. I’d like to see you and your husband back here next week so we can go through your schedule for the next nine months.”

“He’s not my husband yet, but I’m sure he’ll be fine with that.”

She opened a folder and studied some pages in a failed attempt to hide her look of disapproval. “He’s human, I presume?”

“No, an Alpha werewolf,” I said. She looked up in surprise. “We’re fated.”

Her smile looked more genuine now that she knew I wasn’t some “human living off the system” but a future mother fated to mate with a socially prominent werewolf. This was providence working its magic.