Caesar's POV
"Miranda wants to see you, Alpha."
Marcus's voice came through the phone, flat and businesslike, but I could hear the edge underneath.
After Miranda got released on bail—claiming pregnancy, of all things—I'd had enough of watching her slither around playing victim.
So I'd arranged for her to be picked up again. Quietly. Efficiently. No theatrics.
She'd been sitting in one of our holding cells for the past seventy-two hours, and frankly, I hadn't given her much thought since.
Until now.
"What does she want?" I asked, already annoyed.
"She says she knows who Viya's biological parents are."
The words hit me like cold water.
I'd assumed the couple in Lakeside City—the ones who'd raised her until they died—were her birth parents. That's what everyone
