Lord Maximus' POV
I groaned in anger as I watched her scurry out of the room in fear.
I didn't know what gave her the audacity to call Melanin a slave. She's not a slave, she was my Queen. My blood was boiling with anger, even my wolf was so angry. It was as if she had passed the insult to me, not Melanin.
I ruffled my hair in anger, trying to calm myself down.
"That woman!” I said between gritted teeth.
I was already frustrated enough for her to add hers. I knew if I don't get hold of myself, I wouldn't get anything done today. I slammed myself on the couch and sighed. I needed a big distraction. Something that will get my mind off Melanin before I get ruined.
“Who's there?” I called out.
Soon a guard opened the door and bowed.
“Get me the housekeeper,” I ordered.
“Yes, your High
