IrisArthur whisks me away from the table before I can even protest. I’m not even sure if Brian, Liam, or the twins notice him taking me away—it’s as if I’m sitting at the table one moment, hot soup splashing across my leg, and the next we’re in the bathroom. Even though werewolves are supernaturall
Arthur & IrisArthurThe moment the phone begins to ring, Iris lunges toward it like her life depends on it. Her finger smashes the ‘decline call’ button, turning the screen dark before I can see the name lighting it up.“What was that?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.Iris lifts her chin defiantly, as if
Iris & ArthurIrisI should feel angry when I see those pictures. I should feel violated and self-righteous at the obvious invasion of my privacy.But I don’t. Not really.Instead, I just feel… sad.Despite everything, I am Arthur’s fated mate. Even now, five years later, the unshakable bond that gr
I bristle at the term of endearment, even more so when Selina lifts up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek. The nearby onlookers coo at the public display of affection, but I feel like retching.The moment I’m able, I pull Selina off to the side under the guise of dancing to the orchestral music and
IrisI’ve just pulled up to the gallery when I notice that the lobby is already filling up. It’s surprising, to say the least; all these people aren’t just coming for me, are they?As an artist, I’ve always kept my identity private—more for Miles’ sake than mine, although I’d be lying if I said it w
And I do just that. When we return to the gallery—in Brian’s car rather than Arthur’s—I go in the back entrance.I explain the situation to the gallery staff, who, to my surprise, all express their understanding. They assure me that they’ll keep my identity confidential, which I appreciate more than
IrisThe curator was right.Over the days since my seminar, it seems that my ‘mysterious’ identity as ‘Flora the artist’ has drawn even more interest in my work than ever. My collection is being talked about all over online forums, with local Ordan critics writing articles on the symbolism.And then
I stare at her, not really sure what her hangover has to do with me.My hesitance seems to make Selina bristle. “Well?” she asks, snapping her fingers—snapping them. “Be a dear and fetch some coffee for the future Luna of Ordan, will you?”The man goes to say something, but I shake my head and plast
“Alright,” I finally agree. “I won’t tell anyone, but only for a few days. This is too big to keep from my mate for any longer than that.”Caleb smiles, looking relieved. “Thank you.” He glances down at my coffee-stained blouse and winces. “I’m sorry about that. Let me make it up to you.”“It’s just
IrisI blink, surprised by Caleb’s presence. His expression is unreadable as he carefully dabs at my shirt, but there’s something in his eyes—a strange intensity that makes me uncomfortable. It’s the same look he gave me at the hospital when we first met.“Actually, I’ve been hoping to run into you,
While Arthur dresses, I slip out of the bedroom. Miles is in the kitchen now, standing on his tiptoes trying to reach the cereal boxes on the top shelf. Scout curls around my legs, crying for his breakfast too as I make my way over to Miles.“Here, let me help,” I say, retrieving his favorite cereal
IrisSunlight streams through my partially open curtains, painting warm stripes across the tangled white sheets. I wake slowly, my body pleasantly sore in ways I haven’t felt in years. An arm is draped heavily across my waist, and for a moment, I’m disoriented—and then the memories of last night com
“I want to taste you,” I whisper, pushing him gently onto his back.Arthur’s eyes fly open, watching as I move down his body, placing open-mouthed kisses along his chest and stomach. When I take him into my mouth, his hand flies to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands.I remember what he likes—t
Iris“Do you want some wine?” I ask, locking the door behind us. The apartment is quiet, just the soft hum of the refrigerator and Miles’ nightlight spilling into the hallway from his partially open bedroom door. Emi was waiting for us when we arrived, and quickly left once she saw Arthur enter behi
“To new beginnings,” Arthur says softly, clinking his glass against mine. I smile and take a sip. The champagne is crisp and cold, bubbles dancing on my tongue. I lean back on one elbow, gazing up at the mural again.“You know,” I say thoughtfully, “I’ve always loved that this mural shows humans and
Iris“Careful, step up here,” Arthur murmurs, his hand firm on my lower back as he guides me forward.The blindfold is soft against my face, blocking out all light. I’ve been wearing it since we got in the car twenty minutes ago, and my curiosity is killing me. Where on earth is Arthur taking me?“A
The interviewer takes notes, then turns to me. “And now you’re raising your son together. How has that transition been?”“It’s been wonderful having Arthur in Miles’ life,” I manage. “Miles adores him.”“I imagine it must be quite the adjustment, suddenly being thrust into the public eye as the Alph