LOGINDanica’s POV‘Martha?’ I wondered silently, my eyes raking through her in the same manner she did to me just a second ago.“What are you doing here, Martha?” Alexander’s voice cut through the air, his tone calmer than I expected, confirming my suspicions about her identity.“I just wanted to see you. Is that too much?” she muttered, her voice silky smooth. The type that can convince any man into doing whatever she asked within a blink. It made me so darn uncomfortable. Even more so when Alexander gave no comment to that.Was that on purpose? Or did he just not find her question worthy enough of getting an answer?I wished it was the latter but even that didn’t seem sufficient enough to make her learn her place. She actually smirked at me while rolling her eyes right now.I scoffed in response, giving her a roll of my eyes as well.Alexander grabbed his jacket and my bottle of water. He drank from it then handed it to me. I almost missed it as I was busy giving Martha a repeat of every
Danica’s POVAfter Jasmine cleared my food tray last night, I wrapped myself under my duvet and I was going to remain there for an eternity. At first, I thought about the mystery lady that suddenly returned unannounced after years of disappearing, then later, I started imagining what she would look like.Jasmine was right. I really am curious about her and I probably will remain curious until I realize she has the appearance of a chimpanzee. Except it isn’t possible, because if it was, Jasmine wouldn’t have said it was a young lady, she would have said it was a young chimpanzee.Was she pretty? Prettier than I am? Curvier? Those kinds of ladies with bodies that make heads roll in acknowledgement of them?Was she blonde like me? Or an adorable Brunette? Long haired like me? or a short haired baddie that men love?Those were the thoughts that consumed me till I eventually drifted off to sleep.I woke up a bit later than usual. It was as if my body realized that today was no work day but
Danica’s POV Alexander literally ended all work activities without an official announcement after our heated moment on my sacred desk.I seem to always forget the kind of stamina my mate has and that every time we have an intimate moment, I always end up with jelly bones. Just like now, I couldn't even protest cause I was too tired to speak to some extent.And he stayed right there with me, on the emergency treatment bed within my office, stroking my hair and planting kisses on my forehead every single minute.“Alexander…” I murmured sleepily. “Yes, vixen?” He responded immediately.“Why aren't you going to mark me? Why do you always pull back when you kiss my neckline?” I asked and he kissed me yet again, his lips lingering until I drifted off without getting an actual answer.By the time I woke up, I still met the familiar presence of Alexander sleeping right next to me. His fingers now dug deeply into my hair, soothing and unnerving at the same time.I snuggled deeper into his ch
Danica’s POVThe rest of the day went by in a blur. The side whispers stopped, replaced by guilty looks from everyone but even that didn't make me feel the least bit better. I felt sour. Nothing made sense no matter how many times I thought about it. But I couldn't bring myself to confront her in person. I've only been brave enough to stare at her from a distance and feel even worse because the more I pondered, the more wronged I felt.How could she mess with a person's life? Forget about a personal grudge, a person's life wasn't even enough to make her rethink her choices of a revenge plan.I let out another deep sigh, my head resting on my arms which were crossed on my desk. I just wanted nothing but to sleep and wake up to realize that everything has been a tragic nightmare. And that none of it was real.My heart skipped when I felt a familiar chill down my spine. My back straightened as my eyes roamed the walls of my office for any other sign of life that was different from mine.
Danica’s POVI didn’t react physically at first. Not because I didn’t hear what Elsa said, but because I was scared that it would be the truth. I was scared that if I look at Anabel’s face right now, all I would see there is guilt.I was scared that I wouldn't find an expected confusion written all over her face just as it was written all over my head right now. And that’s exactly why I remained rooted to a spot, my heart thumping so loud, I feared everyone in this hall would hear it. I didn’t even realize how hard I was fisting my hands, pretending to be expressionless as Elsa continued explaining how my supposed friend ordered her to replace my sterilized surgical equipment with infected ones.I didn't want to believe it, but the minute I felt a familiar hand wrap around my fist, I knew the truth I didn't want to accept would hurt more than I could have ever imagined because she was still right there, staring everywhere else except at
Danica's POV The plan was to escort Bianca and Anabel to the Pack house main entrance but we didn't even get to reach the main entrance when three palace guards crossed us.My gaze narrowed at them but beneath the slight frown, my pulse thrummed against my skin.For the past two days, I haven't seen Alexander up close. He was always several miles away with a bunch of men whenever I saw him. There was no word about an official investigation and that alone made me anxious.Were they finally here to take me in for questioning?“No one is allowed to go out of the Pack house” one of the guards said and Bianca folded her arms proudly, her intimidating glare in perfect position.But they didn’t even blink.“Why not?” she asked.“Alpha summoned everyone to the execution ground” the same guy muttered and my heart skipped several beats. “Why? Is someone getting killed?” Bianca asked again but this time all the response we got was a hand motioning us towards the execution ground.“Rude!” Bianc







