Semua Bab Kissed by the Alpha's Inferno: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Danika's POV.-My hands tremble, resulting from a rather complacent thrill as the gun trembles in my hand. Sucking in a sharp breath, I lift my quivering eyes from the firearm in my hands to see the man groaning on his side as he writhes on the ground."You truly are something else..." I turn to my side when I hear a strained voice, and see Taren looking at me. There are disappearing signs of pain on his face and an arm is wound around his torso as he steps closer while still healing."Are you okay? Does it...hurt badly?" I fuss over him, hands twitching in the air as I don't know what to do to ease his pain.Taren chuckles bitterly, not saying anything, and instead looks down at the man. Appears I got him in the right knee he's clutching onto and whimpering over. Tch, I missed that head of his. Then I step close to the governor, squatting over his head and berating him heavily with my malicious gaze. Look at him glare at me and clench his jaw. They do love to hug their ego to the

Danika's POV.-I want to mark him.Just as that bold thought runs through, constrained desires I've intentionally had to imprison against my wishes, explode with the unappeasable intensity of a tempest - strong, fierce, and full of passion. Briskly with greed, my hands are clutching his charming face and synching our lips in a vehement crush. The soft feel of his lips, ah, how much I've yearned for it to fuse with mine again. This flame that's been smoldering in me too long, erasing all senses out of me and avariciously driving my curious hands to feel down his torso. Impatiently fondling his clothes in search of his skin.Charles is caught unexpectedly at first, unable to react beneath my surmounting force as he stiffens the instance our lips collide. Met with the scorching fire my hands lather over his body, he shudders, faltering accidentally and having his lips part with uncertainty.He doesn't try to stop my ravenous invasion, fueling my unbridling passion with his timid respo

Danika's POV.-"Take it off."Never expected Charles would be so repulsed by the shabby choice of clothes I selected and choose to pick a suitable choice himself. Not just that, he left for his family's home after the younger scummy brother called and brought back what he called 'good news' along with him.I keep my arms crossed against my chest as I watch him do the explanations. "It's the perfect opportunity. She's taken a sick leave, so Danika can fill the spot until she's reinstated," He says, looking impressed by himself.Taren, leaning on his arms with his palms spread atop The table, looks at me with a knowing smirk and says, "This is good enough, right? It creates the best avenue to leave once we've accomplished what we have to."True to his words, it sure does pave the path to my flexibility. I'm only working a temporary role until the actual maid returns. It's a relief I won't have to rack my brain for openings to escape and avoid getting myself into unnecessary trouble.I

Danika's POV.-No...74? Wait- That's my boy!I pause to array my fraying nerves, blinking many times as I process what I've just heard. Turning slowly with my back coming against the vase, I suck in a shaky breath, quickly getting pensive.I have an exceptional memory so I know I can never be mistaken. It wasn't included in his info, but I recall when his dirty shawl was tagged with that number shortly after I was delivered of him.'We have to tail them, Danika,' Violet pesters, itching for action as she pushes me to crawl out of my hiding and stealthily follow after their departing presence. I peek out a corner, with eyes sharpening as I catch the backs of a maid and the madam of the house. With my darkening gaze narrowing on their forms, I try to curtail my anger from stirring as I tiptoe forward, expertly avoiding the vile eyes of the cameras.They continue to go down the corridor while the madam converses with someone over the phone, complaining about the pup's ill condition. It

Danika's POV.-Charles feebly pushes Christian away, coming to languidly fall against my body as I drag my feet across the floor to help him onto his bed. I'm in a state of panic, fretful with anxiety as I sit him down, shaky hands reluctant to let him go, afraid he might just pass out again."Look after him," I hear Christian say. "Call me if anything comes up."Charles, what's wrong? Christian caught him before he met the floor and in my fit of fear, I jumped into the scene. He shivered into consciousness along the way here and has been shivery. His body temperature shot up in flames and he's been panting, his eyes rolling up, trembling hands clutching his chest, and tears streaming down his face.Helplessly, I'm beginning to cry with him as I struggle to make him lie on the bed. What do I do? I don't understand."Charles, babe..." Frustratedly, I go down on my knees and hold his face wringing from agony. He refuses to lay down, agitatedly evading my influence to sit up."Please,"