Chapter 107
Chapter 107
Arthur
I sit in my office, my brow furrowed, running my fingers across the stubble lining my jaw over and over again. I should have shaved this morning, but my mind was admittedly… elsewhere.
“He’s on the spectrum,” Iris said last night.
That information left me confused, to say the least. Of course, I have no issue with people who have any sort of learning disability or otherwise. It’s just… surprising to hear that my own son has one.
I’m an Alpha–and I come from a long line of powerful Alphas. It’s highly uncommon for the children of Alpha wolves to come out with autism, or any other kind of disability, for that matter.
It just doesn’t make sense. I checked once already, and found that Miles is indeed a wolf, not a human. While his DNA does, of course, contain human DNA–Iris is his mother, after all–he is a fully–fledged Alpha wolf and
should have his own wolf emerge by the time he hits puberty.
Therefore, something like this should be near–in possible.
It’s just a fact of life that fully–fledged Alpha wolves are highly unlikely to have any form of disability. It’s purely biological, a derivative of an ancient and primal need for the Alpha of a pack to be in peak condition at all times. It does happen on occasion, but it’s highly rare and often stigmatized by the people around them, even in the more progressive society of today.
My eye flits to my computer desktop then, where I’ve recently changed the wallpaper to a photograph of Miles that I took the other day, smiling in the sunshine as he played on the monkey bars at the playground.
He looks like a healthy, active young wolf, but… Was the DNA test mistaken? Is he a human after all?
I would still love him, of course, even if he were a human with no wolf of his own. Hell, I love him to pieces even if he’s got a disability. The kid could have no arms, no legs, no eyeballs, and a pumpkin for a head and I’d still think he’s the cutest and most wonderful boy in the entire universe.
But now I’m just… curious.
Frowning, I lean forward and type in the web address for the DNA testing center’s site on my computer. I’ve already checked a dozen times since I dropped off the sample this morning, but surely the results will come back
soon.
Sure enough, as I log into my account, there’s a brand new notification that came in less than a minute ago. My breath hitches slightly as I quickly click the link and open the results.
“DNA Sample Results: 100% Werewolf,” the notification reads. Just as I expected.
“Figured,” I mutter, closing out of the tab and leaning back in my chair. It’s the exact same as it was when I took that first sample at the amusement park weeks ago. Miles is a fully–fledged wolf, and thus my true Alpha heir.
I guess he’s just a little different from other Alphas, that’s all.
But that’s no matter. After considering for a few moments, open the internet again and begin browsing for private schools in Ordan. I already know of several, but I want to ensure that he gets the best education with plenty of accommodations for his disability.
After a few minutes of searching, I find a few viable options and quickly Mindlink my Beta, ordering him to set up interviews. He quickly responds to let me know he’s on it.
I can’t help but smile slightly. Iris will surely be pleased when I tell her that our son is going to be enrolled in one
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of the best schools in Ordan, ensuring the most optimal education for kids like him.
After all, if there is one thing Iris and I can agree on these days, it’s that Miles deserves the best. The very best.
Hell, maybe she’ll even soften a bit toward me once she finds out, and she’ll be less likely to move into her own place.
I’m just shutting down my computer, gathering myself for meeting with an Ordan businessperson, when the door to my office swings open. My wolf grumbles with annoyance as Selina saunters in, carrying a garment bag in her freshly–manicured hand.
“Arthur, darling,” she says as the door shuts behind her. “Im glad you’re here. We need to talk.”
I frown, glancing at the garment bag. “What’s that?”
With a coy grin, Selina opens the bag to reveal one of my own tuxedos. I must look confused, because she sighs annoyedly and says, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”
I furrow my brow, wracking my brain. Then, it hits me, and I pass my hand over my tired face. “The Ordan Culture Society Gala,” I mutter. I completely forgot, but the annual event is tonight.
Selina nods and carefully drapes the garment bag over the back of a chair. She tugs the flaps open, running her hands across the black fabric of the tuxedo. I watch as she picks off an invisible piece of fuzz and flicks it onto the
carpet.
By the Moon Goddess’s white hair, this woman is just like her brother.
“Do we have to go this year?” I ask, shuffling some papers on my desk. “I’ve got a busy day ahead, and I barely slept-”
Selina whirls to face me, her eyes flashing. “Of course we have to go, Arthur!” she hisses. “It’s a very high–profile event! All of the Ordan socialites will be there. If we don’t show up, what sort of image will that create?”
I sigh, shutting my weary eyes for a moment. We go to this damn gala every year, and it’s always the same thing. Three fucking hours of rubbing elbows with insufferable wealthy people, listening to pointless speeches, and let’s not forget the part where I always write a very sizable donation check for the society.
Selina, noticing my frustration, huffs. When I crack my eyes open, her hands are on her hips and she’s glaring at
- me.
“Don’t you
care about supporting arts and culture in Ordan?” she asks.
“Of course I do,” I reply, glancing at my watch on the underside of my wrist. That meeting is in twenty minutes, so I begin gathering my things and stand, pushing my chair in. “But I can just write them a check, you know. I don’t need to be there every single year.”
Truthfully, I’d much rather be at home with Miles and Iris.
But Selina doesn’t budge. The woman never misses an opportunity to dress up in expensive gowns and hobnob with other wealthy weirdos for hours on end. Sometimes, I think it’s the only thing she ever looks forward to aside from being a general nuisance.
“We’re going,” she says flatly, turning on her heel. “And that’s final.”
I open my mouth to protest, but quickly shut it again. To be fair, it is a good networking opportunity, a chance to make friends with other higher–ups in our world. It’ll be good for my reputation as Alpha President. It always is. I just don’t like that that’s the case.
Selina pauses with her hand on the doorknob and glances at me over her shoulder. Her red lips curl into a little
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smile as she sees the defeat on my face.
“Pick me up at eight,” she says, then swings the door open and struts out.
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