#Chapter 116: Early Birds

Iris My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as I struggle to come up with a response. The tabloid article glares up at me from Arthur’s phone screen, the photo clearly showing me at the grocery store, phone pressed to my ear. “I overheard Iris, the newfound mate of the Alpha President, on the phone at the expensive grocery store downtown today,” the article reads. “And what do you know? Her card declined twice and she called someone for help—she kept saying the name ‘Caleb’, a name that’s all too familiar in the life of the Alpha President. It must have been Caleb Willford.” I feel like I’m going to be sick. “First of all,” the article goes on, “why is she calling Caleb instead of Alpha Arthur if she’s struggling financially? Second, why is she shopping in upscale stores if her funds are so short? And finally… Why isn’t the Alpha President taking care of his mate?” “Arthur, I can explain—” “I’d like to hear it,” he says, and there’s somet