Chapter Twenty

DNLL 20

Donavon's POV

I plopped to the bed, staring at the body of the woman sprawled on my bed.

"What else do you need, my Lord?" She asked, and I shook my head.

"Nothing, get out," I ordered, and she stared, in surprise at me.

"Yes?"

"I said get out!" I barked, and she scrambled off, wobbling her naked body to the door.

Not only was I angry at myself, I felt disgusted at myself.

There was that maid, Zuri, and of all the people in my pack, she was the only person that I referred to.

"Fuckkk!" I groaned.

This wasn't how I was supposed to feel about her.

I hated Zuri, she was the goddamn daughter of a murderer, and by extension, she was a murderer.

I stood up from the bed, walked into the bathroom, and turned the shower over my body.

It still did nothing to get rid of the hatred I felt for myself and that goddamn princess.

I stepped out of the bathroom and changed into a new set of clothes.

"Not again," I groaned to myself as I stepped out of the door to the throne room,