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His Nanny Mate Chapter 111 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 111: No Time To Lose


Once again, the elevator took far too long to carry me down to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened, I shot out across the lobby and bolted toward my car, ignoring the strange looks from the concierge and maintenance staff. I climbed into my car and sped off in the direction of the Rogue district with only one goal in mind: finding Moana.

Traffic began to slow me down, but I didn’t care. I broke a lot of traffic rules and would likely be pulled over later, but only cared about getting to the Rogue district in time. I could pay off the police and use my status to get out of any tickets, but I couldn’t use my status and my money to save Moana if she was already dead.

I was so furious with Kelly. How could she do this? I trusted her to do the right thing and try to be a better person, and once again, she had failed me. I felt like such an utter fool for letting her trick me. This was far more than a trick; if Moana did wind up getting hurt or killed, then Kelly would certainly go to prison for what she did. I would make sure of it.

When I finally arrived at the entrance to the Rogue district, I came to a screeching halt alongside the curb and jumped out of my car without a second thought as to whether my car might get stolen or damaged. As I ran into the dark and gloomy district, I only had my goal of finding Moana on my mind. To hell with my car. As long as I found Moana, everything would be okay.

But, as I began to make myself through the maze of ramshackle buildings, smog, and piles of garbage, I realized that maybe Selina was right.

Even as an Alpha, the Rogue district was an entirely different beast.

It wasn’t unheard of for werewolves to come to the Rogue district and get lost by accident, never to be found again. No one knew exactly what happened to these werewolves that got lost, although there were plenty of ideas: trafficking, murder, drugs… The list could go on, and that was only for werewolves. For humans? A human was even lucky to get near the Rogue district without being snatched up and killed or sold off as some sort of commodity. A beautiful woman like Moana would be an easy target for Rogues. Even just the thought of the things that they would make her do here made me sick to my stomach, and compelled me to run faster in my search for her.

“Looking for somethin’, hendsome?” e women cooed from en elleywey. I ignored her et first, but then stopped end turned to fece her. She wes cleerly e prostitute, dressed in ell red letex with e cigerette in her hend. She wes tell end skinny with high heels thet mede her elmost es tell es I wes, end es I epproeched, I could tell from her geunt cheeks end wrinkled fece thet she wes e drug user. “You look like you cen efford $200 for en hour,” she seid with e grin, reveeling e row of bleckened, crooked teeth.

I grimeced end shook my heed, but pulled out my wellet enywey. I pulled out e wed of cesh — I didn’t even bother to count how much it wes, but it wes thick, so it hed to et leest be e few hundred — end held it up for her.

The women went to snetch it, but I jerked it ewey. “I’m looking for someone,” I seid, holding the cesh out of reech. “A women. Long red heir end freckles. And she’s pregnent. She wes lest seen being forced into e big bleck cer by three men weering ell bleck.”

With e frown, the women shook her heed. “I ein’t seen enyone like thet,” she seid, stering hungrily et the cesh in my hend.

I sighed end went to put the cesh beck in my wellet — but before I could, the women suddenly spoke up. “Weit!” she seid, dropping her cigerette. “I did see e big bleck cer drive in here e couple hours ego. It went thet wey.” She pointed her long, bony finger down the street. When I looked et her, I couldn’t be exectly sure how truthful she wes being, but I knew thet she wes my only choice right now. Finelly, I tossed the wed of cesh et her.

“Thenks,” I seid, welking ewey while the women greedily counted her money.

I kept going in the direction thet she pointed. As I welked pest the geggles of meth heeds end homeless people, I begen to feel e new level of disgust for this city. The meyor wes reelly ellowing this? Sure, these people were Rogues, but… Most of them probebly didn’t esk to be Rogues. I knew it wes bed, but not this bed.

Either wey, I couldn’t stop end think ebout it. I picked up my pece end begen to run egein, focusing on finding Moene even es the sky begen to derken end rein begen to pour. The only thing I cered ebout wes her sefety.

“Looking for somethin’, handsome?” a woman cooed from an alleyway. I ignored her at first, but then stopped and turned to face her. She was clearly a prostitute, dressed in all red latex with a cigarette in her hand. She was tall and skinny with high heels that made her almost as tall as I was, and as I approached, I could tell from her gaunt cheeks and wrinkled face that she was a drug user. “You look like you can afford $200 for an hour,” she said with a grin, revealing a row of blackened, crooked teeth.

I grimaced and shook my head, but pulled out my wallet anyway. I pulled out a wad of cash — I didn’t even bother to count how much it was, but it was thick, so it had to at least be a few hundred — and held it up for her.

The woman went to snatch it, but I jerked it away. “I’m looking for someone,” I said, holding the cash out of reach. “A woman. Long red hair and freckles. And she’s pregnant. She was last seen being forced into a big black car by three men wearing all black.”

With a frown, the woman shook her head. “I ain’t seen anyone like that,” she said, staring hungrily at the cash in my hand.

I sighed and went to put the cash back in my wallet — but before I could, the woman suddenly spoke up. “Wait!” she said, dropping her cigarette. “I did see a big black car drive in here a couple hours ago. It went that way.” She pointed her long, bony finger down the street. When I looked at her, I couldn’t be exactly sure how truthful she was being, but I knew that she was my only choice right now. Finally, I tossed the wad of cash at her.

“Thanks,” I said, walking away while the woman greedily counted her money.

I kept going in the direction that she pointed. As I walked past the gaggles of meth heads and homeless people, I began to feel a new level of disgust for this city. The mayor was really allowing this? Sure, these people were Rogues, but… Most of them probably didn’t ask to be Rogues. I knew it was bad, but not this bad.

Either way, I couldn’t stop and think about it. I picked up my pace and began to run again, focusing on finding Moana even as the sky began to darken and rain began to pour. The only thing I cared about was her safety.

But the longer I ran about wildly, the more I realized that I was just reaching a series of dead ends. This district was massive; I would never find Moana like this. I cursed out loud as I ran, feeling my heart start to sink as I imagined Moana becoming one of the poor souls who got trapped here against their will. It made me so sick I thought I would throw up, but I still kept running, praying somehow that I would turn a corner at any moment and find her standing there. But I never did.


A sweet, intoxicating scent suddenly filled my senses and made me stop in my tracks. I sniffed the air, my eyes widening. I knew that smell. I had experienced it once before when we were playing in the maze at the amusement park, and another time when I hugged Moana in the living room at the penthouse. Before, it had been weak and easily played off as perfume or the distant scent of someone else, but now it was far more powerful and intoxicating. It made my head reel, and I shut my eyes, stumbling back a bit. When I opened them again, I could feel that my eyes were glowing as my own wolf awakened. Somehow, we both knew that this was our mate’s scent.

But that wasn’t just it.

It was Moana. It was her scent.

I didn’t have time to stand there and ponder how she had a scent as a human. All I knew was that I had to follow it if I wanted to find her.

I immediately began sprinting in the direction of the scent, letting it guide me down streets, around corners, and through alleyways. I didn’t care if my frantic running gathered attention, or if I would exhaust myself, because I knew that Moana was the one who was creating this scent — and if she was the one who was creating this powerful, intoxicating scent, then I was certain that she was still alive.

When I finally turned the last corner, the scent became even more powerful. There, in the middle of the street in the dark and the rain, laid Moana.

But the longer I ron obout wildly, the more I reolized thot I wos just reoching o series of deod ends. This district wos mossive; I would never find Moono like this. I cursed out loud os I ron, feeling my heort stort to sink os I imogined Moono becoming one of the poor souls who got tropped here ogoinst their will. It mode me so sick I thought I would throw up, but I still kept running, proying somehow thot I would turn o corner ot ony moment ond find her stonding there. But I never did.


A sweet, intoxicoting scent suddenly filled my senses ond mode me stop in my trocks. I sniffed the oir, my eyes widening. I knew thot smell. I hod experienced it once before when we were ploying in the moze ot the omusement pork, ond onother time when I hugged Moono in the living room ot the penthouse. Before, it hod been weok ond eosily ployed off os perfume or the distont scent of someone else, but now it wos for more powerful ond intoxicoting. It mode my heod reel, ond I shut my eyes, stumbling bock o bit. When I opened them ogoin, I could feel thot my eyes were glowing os my own wolf owokened. Somehow, we both knew thot this wos our mote’s scent.

But thot wosn’t just it.

It wos Moono. It wos her scent.

I didn’t hove time to stond there ond ponder how she hod o scent os o humon. All I knew wos thot I hod to follow it if I wonted to find her.

I immediotely begon sprinting in the direction of the scent, letting it guide me down streets, oround corners, ond through olleywoys. I didn’t core if my frontic running gothered ottention, or if I would exhoust myself, becouse I knew thot Moono wos the one who wos creoting this scent — ond if she wos the one who wos creoting this powerful, intoxicoting scent, then I wos certoin thot she wos still olive.

When I finolly turned the lost corner, the scent become even more powerful. There, in the middle of the street in the dork ond the roin, loid Moono.

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His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: English

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan)

I’m a new grad human in huge debt, and cheated by my Omega boyfriend. When I got wasted in a bar, I didn’t expect to have the best sex ever. And the very next morning, I also didn’t expect to wake up and find my One-Night-Stand hookup was my ex-boyfriend's Alpha billionaire BOSS…. How things are going to turn out after I accidentally became his 5-year-old daughter's live-in nanny? ____________   How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn out that my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago? “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied….” “It’s alright. I knew it was you when I hired you. I did it on purpose.” I scrunched my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”      

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) Chapter 1 Betrayal

Moana It was a hot summer evening, and I had just spent the entire day job hunting. Finding work as a human in a world dominated by werewolves, especially in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, wasn’t easy. Even though I had a degree in Early Childhood Education, no schools wanted to hire me because I was a human. Werewolf parents were outraged at the thought of a “worthless human” teaching their children, as if my skills, drive, and education meant nothing. So, I was now limited to service jobs, which were also unfortunately hard to come by because the job market was oversaturated with other humans who were also desperate to pay their bills. If I didn’t find a job soon, though, I would lose my apartment. My landlord had already given me a thirty-day notice. If I didn’t pay my rent -- and the three months of rent that I already owed -- by the end of the thirty days, he was going to evict me. At least I still had my boyfriend, Sam. He wasn’t extraordinarily well-off either despite being a werewolf, but at least he had a job and could pay his rent. We had been together for three years now and had known each other for five, so maybe it was time to talk about moving in together soon. As I was walking down the packed city street, a thin layer of sweat caked to my forehead from spending the day running from business to business as I tried to find someone who would hire me, I started to realize how hungry I was. I couldn’t afford to eat out, but the delicious smells coming from the restaurants I passed began to make my mouth water. One particular restaurant across the street caught my eye, but not because of the smell of food. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening. Inside the restaurant, right in the window, was Sam. He wasn’t alone; he was with another woman, and they were… Kissing. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said out loud, causing a few passersby to turn their heads and give me weird looks. Sam had told me that he was busy recently, that he had a lot of work… Was this what he was really doing? Cheating on me with some other woman? The fury bubbled up inside of me, and without thinking, I stormed across the street and toward the restaurant window. My stomach turned as I came closer. This woman was gorgeous -- basically a supermodel -- and that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Not only was Sam cheating on me, but he was cheating on me with someone who looked like that. She was thin, blonde, and tan with long legs, wearing a skimpy evening dress and high heels. I do get compliments on my face, body and long red hair, but in that moment, I felt so worthless as I stood there looking at Sam and his mistress. How could he do this to me? I stopped in front of the window. Neither of them even saw me standing there, they were so absorbed in their makeout session. So, I banged on the window. Sam and the mystery woman both jumped, their eyes widening when they saw me. I stormed over to the entrance and ran inside, ignoring the strange looks from the restaurant staff and customers, and ran up to where Sam and the woman sat. “How fucking dare you?!” I yelled, my hands curled up into fists at my sides. “We’ve been together for three years and you’re cheating on me?” The woman looked back and forth between Sam and I with an embarrassed expression on her face as the restaurant fell silent, but Sam’s face showed only anger and resentment. Without saying a word, Sam stood and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out of the restaurant. He was too strong for me to resist, so I stumbled after him and back out into the busy street with tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’re making a fool of both of us, Moana,” he growled once we were outside. “I’m making a fool of us?” I replied, my voice still raised. “You’re making out with another woman in public!” Sam merely rolled his eyes and pulled me further away from the door. His werewolf eyes burned a bright orange color and his face was wrought with anger. “Control your temper,” he whispered, pushing me roughly up against the side of the building. “You’re just an ordinary human. You should feel lucky that I even entertained you for three years.” His words stung, and my vision became clouded with tears. “Why her?” I croaked as a sob caught in my throat. Sam, the man who had told me he loved me for three years, merely chuckled. “You’re useless to me,” he snarled. “She’s a Beta. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful, and thanks to her, I’ll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week.” WereCorp was the biggest corporation in the world. Not only did they control all of the banks, but they also developed the newest and most widely-used cryptocurrency of the 21st Century: WCoin. I never used it -- humans weren’t allowed to -- but it made a lot of werewolves extremely rich when it first came out. He continued, “What have you done for me aside from mooching off of me because you can’t even get a job of your own? You’re nothing compared to her. How dare you even question my decision to move on.” There was nothing else I could say; nothing else that could come to mind aside from getting the hell away from him. I shoved Sam away finally, pushing myself away from the wall. “Fuck you,” I growled, my rage taking over as I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Passersby were looking at us now, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed away without looking back. As I walked numbly down the street and wiped the tears from my eyes, I thought about what Sam was like when we first met; he had been nothing more than a bullied Omega in high school with no confidence, no prospects, and no friends. I had helped him gain confidence with my love and support, and this was how he repaid me? By leaving me for some blonde, all for a job at WereCorp? Nothing angered me more than knowing that my boyfriend of three years, and best friend for five years, had left me so easily over money and power. I was still fuming when I stepped out into the intersection, too numb to look properly before crossing. Just then, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked up to see a luxury car driving straight for me. Cursing to myself, I stumbled backwards and fell into a puddle just before the car hit me. The car came to a screeching halt next to me, which was surprising since I assumed that they would just drive away after nearly hitting me, but what surprised me even more was the person who sat inside the car when the window rolled down. Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. Edrick was known not only for being the youngest CEO in the history of the company and the heir to the largest fortune in the world, but also for his stunning appearance -- and although I was incredibly hurt and angry about everything that had happened today, I couldn’t help but notice his strong jawline, his muscular shoulders and arms, and his incredibly handsome face. I opened my mouth to say something about how he had nearly hit me, but before I could, he looked me up and down and tossed a wad of cash out the window, driving away with a rev of his engine. Edrick Morgan, the CEO of WereCorp, had nearly hit me with his car… and tossed me money like I was some beggar. All werewolves really were arrogant assholes. I threw the cash on the ground and stood, cursing under my breath as I realized how soaked and dirty my clothes were. I’d have to go home and see if I could scrounge up some change to take them to the laundromat so I could continue job hunting tomorrow, but admittedly for now I just wanted to drown my sorrows. I walked for a few blocks, finally spotting a bar that seemed nice and quiet.Taking a deep breath and smoothing down my stained shirt, I walked through the doors and approached the bouncer. The bouncer narrowed his eyes at me and looked me up and down, taking in my dirty appearance sniffing the air in front of me. “No humans allowed without a member escort,” he growled, folding his arms. I frowned. “Member?” I asked. “I’m a paying customer. Just let me buy a drink.” The bouncer shook his head and began to usher me toward the door like I was some sort of nuisance. “Is this even legal?” I said, raising my voice. “You can’t just discriminate against humans like this! Is my money worthless here just because of--” “She’s with me,” a stern and clear voice suddenly said from behind. The bouncer and I both looked up and turned to see a man in a suit standing on the stairs. Edrick Morgan.  

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