Miranda's POV
The last time I saw the Alpha was two days ago, after he left my room—his room—without giving me an answer.
I didn't know if I was in the castle as a servant or a free woman, but nobody came to give me orders or tell me anything.
I hadn't seen Axel either, and I felt guilty, considering the fact that he had shown concern about my future in the pack.
It seemed like I was in prison, but this prison had a huge, comfortable bed and maids to cater to my every need.
My only companions were the maids who brought meals to me and the ones who brought dresses, saying that the Alpha wanted me to wear them.
A knock on the door jolted me back to the present, and I straightened up, already knowing who it was.
"My lady," the far-round woman stepped inside, carrying a box with her. I didn't bother trying to remember her name, though she had told me. It was something like Fiona or Felicia.
"Take it back," I said without even glancing at her.
"Pardon?"
