Page 28 of Surprise Baby for My Fated Alpha

“Thanks for the ride,” Luna said, and shut the door behind her.

I finally arrived at the mansion, but Miranda was nowhere to be found.

The mansion loomed around me, empty and cold without Miranda’s presence. Normally, she would’ve been waiting for us,her smile brightening even the darkest day. But now—nothing. Just silence.

I dialed her number again, pacing the floor, each unanswered ring tearing a little more of my sanity away.

“She’s not answering,” I muttered, frustration thick in my voice. “She’s ignoring my calls.”

I tried again—dialing Miranda’s number with shaking hands. My heart pounded harder with every unanswered ring, the silence growing heavier by the second.

I hung up, staring down at the phone like it held all the answers I was desperate for. My mind raced, a million scenarios flashing through it, each one worse than the last.

“Is she with them? Has she really turned against me? Is she … was she betraying me?”

I shook my head violently, rejecting the thought. Miranda wouldn’t betray her family. She couldn’t. Not after everything we’d been through.

But the longer she stayed silent, the harder it became to hold on to that belief.

Time stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity. The mansion felt suffocating, the walls closing in around me. I tried to calm myself, but my mind kept returning to the worst possibilities. What if Luna had been right all along?

I dialed again, my hand trembling as I pressed the phone to my ear.

The call went straight to voicemail this time.

The tension in my chest grew unbearable, the weight of it threatening to crush me.

“I think I know where she might be,” I whispered.

Finding Miranda wasn’t difficult. She was at her usual spot in the city square, a place where she used to find comfort. But when I approached her, something was different. She was standing there, staring off into the distance, her posture rigid and cold.

"Miranda," I called out, my voice low and controlled, though inside I was anything but. She didn’t turn around at first, and for a moment, I thought she hadn’t heard me. But then she slowly turned, her eyes locking onto mine.

There was no warmth in her gaze. No recognition of the bond we once shared. Instead, her eyes were hard, calculating, as though she were assessing me as an enemy, not a father.

"I’ve been looking for you," I said, my voice tight. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

She crossed her arms, her face a mask of indifference. "I haven’t been avoiding you. I’ve just had other things to focus on."

"Other things?" I repeated, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "Miranda, I’m your father. We need to talk. This isn’t the time for—"

"I don’t have time for this," she interrupted, her voice cold. "Not anymore."

The words sliced through me, each one sharper than the last. "What’s happened to you? What’s going on, Miranda?"

She sighed, glancing away. "It’s not about you. I’ve just been very busy."

“Then what is this about? Make me understand why your behavior has suddenly changed.”

“Dad, do I have a reason to suddenly change my behavior? Is there something I need to know?” she asked, peering into my eyes.

“I … uh … I mean, you haven’t been taking Luna’s calls, and, uh, you went MIA.”

“How did you know I haven’t been taking her calls? Were you with her?”

“She told me about it. I’m sure you heard about Tremont’s death. That’s why I asked Luna to get hold of you,” I said, avoiding her gaze.

“Yes, I heard about what happened to Tremont, but you don’t have to worry. I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”

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