Dane’s POV
I stormed back into the dining, meeting everyone still at the table. Immediately, my eyes settled on Father, and I frowned.
“Father… why was Kira appointed as the maid to take care of our guests?” I muttered, trying my best not to sound as angry as I felt.
Father lifted his brow at me. “Is there a problem with that?” he asked.
“Yes… Father… Kira is already our personal maid. How can she cope with serving us and then the guests?” I said through gritted teeth.
Father stared at me with a raised brow before slowly getting up on his feet. “Alpha Dane, let’s talk in my chambers,” he said in a tone that left no room for argument before walking away. I exchanged glances with my brothers, then I glared at the sisters who seemed confused, and without saying another word, I walked out
