MIRANDA'S POV
Clearly, he had nothing of actual importance to say to me, not to say the least, anything to give me. I had actually been hopeful that there would be something for me. Nevertheless, I turned away without care. Every ounce of pity and worry I had for the man suddenly went like a whiff of smoke. He was such a disappointment.
"Miranda, wait..." He called out to me.
"What do you want? How much is it? If you think I control wealth, just know that I am a prisoner here. Unless you have another alpha you want to scoot me over then I suggest that you let me be." I said to him angrily.
My dear stepfather looked really sad as he stared at me and for a moment, I nearly found myself getting questioned on whether or not I actually meant what I was saying. Why was he staring at me in such a broken up manner like he was only seeking to hurt me or something?
