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 b***h? 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
