Chapter 115
Chapter 115
When I burst into the apartment, Miles is still sitting there, staring at his plate of plain vegetables and steamed tofu. The sight breaks my heart, and I whirl toward Mrs. White, who’s sitting in the armchair in the living room with her arms folded and a smug expression on her face.
“He wouldn’t-” she begins, but I cut her off.
“How care you let my son sit here all night, going hungry?” I bite out, trying not to yell just for Miles‘ sake. “It’s been hours!”
The nanny’s lips press i
a flat line. “I told him very clearly that if he ate his dinner, he could watch an educational film. He wouldn’t eat, so he didn’t get to leave the table.”
“This is abuse,” I hiss, scooping Miles up into my arms. He whimpers softly, burying his face against my neck. Huffing, I hurry into the kitchen, where I gently place him on a stool at the counter. “What are you hungry for, little wolf? Chicken nuggets?”
Miles sniffles, his eyes swollen and red–rimmed from crying. “PB&J,” he mutters.
Without hesitating, I quickly throw together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some apple slices on the side. The nanny glares at me from the kitchen doorway the whole time, and by the time I place the plate in front of Miles, she looks like she’s going to be sick.
“Peanut butter and jelly have a lot of sugar-
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“He’s five,” I cut her off, gripping the edge of the counter. It’s worse if he doesn’t eat at all than if he eats something decadent.”
Mrs. White’s face reddens, her eyes flicking over my gown. Typical,” she mutters, folding her arms. “You think you’re one of us, waltzing around in expensive clothes and going to our events?”
My eyes widen. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You don’t even know how to feed a healthy werewolf child let alone exist in our society,” Mrs. White grits out.” You and your… your people are going to ruin our next generation of Alpha kids. You’re stunting his growth!”
I roll my eyes. “He’s growing just fine.”
The nanny glances at Miles, wrinkling her nose at the sandwich he’s currently nibbling. “Hardly. The boy acts like there’s something wrong with him. A werewolf child shouldn’t have any of the developmental problems he obviously has.”
I stare at her, stunned and unable to believe what she’s just said. “First of all,” I growl, stalking toward her, my heels chicking on the kitchen tiles, “don’t you dare speak about my son like that, especially not right in front of him. And second, he’s a human, just like me. So you’d best get your facts straight before you start making assumptions about how he should be raised.”
Mrs. White looks more confused than anything. She opens her mouth to respond, but I cut her off, pointing at the front door. “Get out.”
Her eyes flash. “You don’t employ me. Alpha Arthur does.”
“I don’t care. Get-”
“Get out, Mrs. White.”
The low, rough sound of Arthur’s voice causes us both to turn. “Daddy!” Miles shouts with glee, reaching for him. Arthur strides up to him, ruffling his hair, but his eyes are Hard as steel as they fix on the nanny.
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“A–Alpha Arthur, I was just-
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“I said, get out,” Arthur growls. The cold authority in his voice is enough to make even me flinch, and I’m not as susceptible to his Alpha voice like werewolves are.
The nanny stares at him for a moment, incredulous, before she storms upstairs. As she bangs around in her room, gathering her things, Arthur turns to Miles. “You okay, buddy?”
Miles nods. “Better now that you’re here, Daddy.”
Arthur’s mouth twitches, and my heart turns to a stone, sinking down as if my belly is a cold lake. But the feeling is gone just as quickly as it came, because Arthur then brushes past me without a word and heads upstairs.
The last thing I hear from him is the sound of his bedroom door firmly shutting.
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