DANTE'S POV.
“A maid?” Scott’s voice carried disbelief as he walked beside me down the hallway of the pack house. His tone was low, but I could hear his displeasure clearly enough. “You’re really going to have her serve here as a maid?”
I didn’t slow my stride. The sound of our boots echoed in the silent hallway, and I kept my eyes forward as I spoke. “You sound like I did something wrong. I’m doing what needs to be done.”
The words came out flat. It was all I could do to keep the irritation out of my voice. This discussion wasn’t one I enjoyed having. The topic itself was one I wished never existed. I already knew it wasn’t something I could fully escape. As much as I wished it wasn’t, it was my burden to bear, my cross to carry. But that didn’t mean I had to speak about it. The less I
