Astrid throws the document on the table, scowling at him, her chest rises and falls slowly from the rage churning inside her.
“Over my dead body, I’m never going to do that.”
Zane scoffs, picking up the document from the table and he flips through a few pages.
“It says here that after signing this, you will be employed as a maid in my service to look after them for a period of five years, after which, if I am satisfied with your service, I can decide to renew your employment or terminate it and by terminate, I mean…..banish you from my pack.”
“You’re delusional if you think I’d agree to that,” Astrid snarls at him.
“And you’d be a fool not to because I don’t see another choice here, it’s the only option you’ve got and the boys do not need to know you’re just their maid. In five years
