Zaid washed the plate he had used and put it in the kitchen, and then he went to the storage room, searching for old and abandoned clothes.
He was going to Denae’s room, he couldn’t go naked…he’d disrespected her enough in the past.
After searching for minutes…he finally found a shirt; the dark black that had been in it was almost washed out and there were a couple of noticeable holes in the material.
This was all so new to him…not having someone at his beck and call and not having basic stuff like clothes to wear. He was such a spoiled child and perhaps that’s why he’d treated Denae like sh*t; all because he could.
She was a victim to his pack…she couldn’t defend herself and instead of helping, instead of taking her hand…he’d watched her fall and not catch her.
God did he hate himsel
