Fight

Miller’s point of view.

I close my eyes, resisting the temptation to show her that I deserve some respect from her. She looks at me with scorn, and I know I have to keep my cool. Before responding, I slowly open my eyes and take a big breath.

"I’ve already made my decision, little wolf. You’re staying in that room," I growled as I face her. "Your opinion is not what I’m looking for," I said, my voice low and threatening.

"I don’t want to be anywhere close to you," she growls.

"Can you stop being a bitch? I’m not attracted to you. I just need you to calm down, my Lycan-wolf, and don’t ever think you can get out of here," he smirks. "You can never escape from me."

Mia’s posture.

At 12 p.m.

I’m starving. I stroll through the halls until I reach the kitchen. I receive a lot of different looks from the pack’s members. I don’t mind. I only need to satisfy my ravenous stomach. I quickly found the kitchen and entered it.

My gaze is drawn to three attractive Lycan males sitting at the table. W