IrisArthur sets me down gently, his arms lingering around my waist. We’re standing so close I can feel the heat radiating from his body, see every fleck of brown that’s hiding in the depths of his green eyes.My heart is pounding in my chest—I can’t believe he actually did it. He announced our rela
IrisThe following morning, I’m yanked from sleep by the sound of knocking at my door. Groaning, I roll over and squint at my phone. It’s barely past seven. Who the hell is here so early?When the knocking doesn’t stop, I drag myself out of bed, pulling on my robe as I stumble toward the door.I pee
I sink into a chair, realizing she’s right. But this is what I wanted, isn’t it? To be by Arthur’s side in public, to pronounce our love to the world.What follows is the most intense beauty regimen I’ve ever experienced. My hair is washed, dried, styled, and then restyled when the stylist decides t
IrisThe camera flashes blind me for a moment, sending spots dancing across my vision. I freeze, one foot still in the car, my hand gripping Arthur’s.“Iris! Over here!”“A human mated to the Alpha President? Is this true, or a farce for PR?”“How long have you been together?”“Alpha President, what
“If you say so.” She sips her drink delicately. “Tell me, how do you keep yourself busy? The Luna must have many talents.”“I’m an artist,” I reply, surprised that she apparently doesn’t know since everyone else seems to know every detail about me already.Her lips press together, as if she thinks a
Arthur & IrisArthurI scan the crowded ballroom, searching for Iris. I shouldn’t have left her alone for so long, especially at her first public event as my mate. The call took longer than expected—a minor diplomatic crisis with Bo’Arrocan that couldn’t wait—and now I can’t find her anywhere.I spo
“Why should we?” she hisses in my ear. “You don’t belong here. You don’t belong with him.”“It doesn’t matter what you think,” I say, struggling against her hold. “We’re mates.”This earns me a harsh laugh from the third woman, who circles to face me. “Mates? A human can’t truly mate with a werewolf
IrisThe three women freeze. The tall one releases my hair so quickly I nearly stumble from the loss of her grip.“Alpha President,” she starts, her voice suddenly sickly sweet, “we were just—”“Silence,” Arthur growls, and the cold sound of command in his voice is so powerful that I feel it vibrate
It’s stunning.In each space, staff members greet us. They seem to recognize me, but none of them comment on the situation.“Everyone is so friendly,” I note as a housekeeper curtsies slightly before continuing with her work.“They’ve been waiting to meet you for twenty-six years,” Caleb says. “When
IrisI stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing myself. The sapphire blue dress hugs my curves perfectly, flowing in a silky cascade to just above my knees.Unlike the emerald dress that was destroyed at the gala or the stuffy outfit from the photoshoot, this one actually
Climbing into my car, I start the engine and peel out of the alleyway, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe Caleb really was just being nice to make up for spilling coffee on her.But that doesn’t explain the dress. That sapphire blue dress she showed me—I recognize
Iris & ArthurIrisThe shopping bags rustle as I shift them in my arms, stepping out of the taxi in front of my apartment building. My head still feels foggy, like I’m walking through a dream—or maybe a nightmare. I keep replaying Caleb’s words in my mind: You’re my sister. You’re a werewolf.How am
“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