Chapter Seven

 

Donavon's Lost Luna

 

Chapter 7

 

Zuri 

 

“Who's there,” the guard asked, flashing the flashlight in our direction.

Hart held my shoulder as he pressed me down to the ground, barely escaping the guard's flashlight.

 

The lights turned toward us briefly before moving away again, causing Hart and me to breathe heavily with the fear of almost getting caught.

"Careful," Hart said, holding my waist as he held my frail body back to the dungeon.

 

"Are you okay, Zuri?" Hart asked as we reached the dungeon's entrance.

"I think you should leave now. "I'll wear this sweater tonight and hide it somewhere tomorrow," I said as I turned to head back into the dungeon.

 

"I'm sorry, Zuri, and I promise we'll get through this together," Hart said softly, his forehead pressed against mine, holding my face gently, before kissing my forehead.

 

"Thank you too, Hart," I said and turned to leave.

"I'll bring you medication from the infirmary tomorrow," he said, dragging open the metal bars of the dungeon for me to go in.

 

"Good night," I said before the darkness enveloped me, and I stared blankly into nothingness.

"The brimming tears I'd been holding back were becoming unbearable, and I fell to the ground, seeking support from the wall, trembling like a leaf in the wind." Tears burst from my face, streaming down like an overflowing river.

 

My lips quivered as a heart-wrenching sob escaped. It was followed by another, and yet another. I buried my face in my hands with my shoulder shaking with each ragged breath, and the sound of my painful anguish filled the dark dungeon.

 

The raw and primal pains of what had become of my perfect life made me break into yet another soul depth of tears.

 

The pain of seeing my father murdered by the same man who raped me and the frustration of the realization that I couldn't hate him all enveloped me.

 

"The overwhelming darkness and despair meant that I was reduced to the lowest position of the maids, and the tears didn't stop until I ran out of them and fell asleep."

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"Hey Zuri!" I heard Hart calling my name, waking me from my deep slumber.

I batted my eyelids groggily and smiled at him.

"Stop smiling and take this," Hart said as he handed me a pain reliever.

 

"How'd you get this?" I asked and he smiled.

"The nurse from our pack was assigned to take care of their pack infirmary," he said, and I passed the drugs to me. From the metal ring, she handed me a bottle of capped water.

 

"Here, take this," he said, and he handed the drugs to me while he took the water from me to uncap it.

 

"I'm leaving; make sure you throw them both into the dark or a corner; I wouldn't want you to get in trouble," he said, standing up to leave.

 

I nodded and watched his figure leave, standing up to tug off the sweater hem, and the soft fabrics of the cloth rubbed against my hand and my fingers as I held my fingers wrapped around it and held it above my head.

 

The sweater brushed against my shoulder, and I let its softness hang in my hands, revealing the pale skin beneath. I quickly moved to my maid uniform in the corner and swapped it with the sweater and black gown, just as the porter tapped her stick on the door.

 

"I kicked the bottle of water and the medicine into a corner as the porter's eyes ran down through my body."

"Take the scrub and clean the pack house," he said with an intense glare before leaving.

 

I heaved a sigh of relief and walked out of the open door, taking the pail and the mop that had been placed beside the door to the pack house.

 

My body swayed frailly as I walked to the pack house, noticing the elders from the hotel yesterday entering the pack house.

 

"Where is Alpha Donavon?" They asked, and I nodded my head without an idea of what they were insinuating.

 

They must have thought that their plans had succeeded and were here to execute their scheme.

I smiled sadly at the fact that I'd saved him, but I didn't dare say a word about it to anyone.

 

"Leave the path!" one of them yelled and walked towards me, pushing me out of the wide path.

I stumbled backwards and collided with a strong muscular presence, catching a whiff of a familiar scent as I heard his angry voice behind me.

 

"Are you going to stick to me like an imbecile or just give way unless you want to die?" "Alpha Donavon growled, and my body trembled with fear before I dragged myself to the corner of the room and bowed apologetically."

 

"Why do you barge into my house like buffaloes?" Donavon asked the elders, who were stunned, for a bit before composing themselves back.

 

"Where were you last night?" One of them asked.

"How do my whereabouts concern you?" Donavon retorted.

 

"Well, we got the news that there was something fishy about you yesterday. Also..." The elder was about to continue when Donavon cut him off.

 

"The woman you planted inside my room after you drugged me came to you to complain, right?" He said it with a smirk, taking the men aback.

 

Donavon walked closer to the boldest of them and gripped his neck, lifting his feet from the ground.

 

"You thought you could drug me and use any recordings to blackmail or control me, didn't you?" Donavon asked, and his eyes glinted with a glint of mischief.

 

The man's face was draining of color as the struggle in his feet was getting weaker, with him losing his breath.