Doom Is Coming

MADELINE’S POV

How could he? How dare he? Madeline sulked, repeatedly asking herself the same questions.

Lord Darius had flared out at her because she had inquired about the well-being of his submissives and how he was denying them their rights.

The way he had yelled, glaring at her with dark hooded eyes, communicated the depth of his anger, and the thought of him hating her that way chilled her.

"But how could he?" She asked herself again, this time speaking the words aloud.

She was more than perplexed.

He still had no feelings for her despite everything she'd done, including helping him get back that bitch and even cleaning him up on days when he was a shambles.

All the things she’d done, and yet he still treated her like trash. What the heck!

Madeline's chest clenched as she realized that this was not the first time he was treating her harshly.

She remembered how, on their way back from the slave handler's house, he had been aloof, thinking about whatever and worried too. She had a