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His Nanny Mate Chapter 263 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 263 #Chapter 11: An Untimely Vacation


The mornings had always been my time of clarity, my beacon of hope. But not today. Two weeks had slipped by since my dismissal. Two weeks of job searching, late nights spent revising my resume, late mornings sleeping in and being awoken by the sound of my neighbors arguing or playing loud music.

I felt like a failure. A failure with convictions, maybe, but a failure. Today, I woke up tangled in a mess of bed sheets, my mind muddled with thoughts I couldn’t shake off. Groaning, I groggily crawled out of bed and shuffled over to the bathroom, where I flicked on the light and jumped out of fear of my own reflection.

My hair was a mess. I had dark circles under my eyes. I was starting to look a little gaunt, too, from not being able to afford halfway decent meals since Mr. Henderson fired me. The weight of Logan’s influence and the web of the Mafia in the city felt inescapable.

Even though I tried to reintegrate into another law firm, word had traveled fast, and every door seemed shut. Every conversation turned cold the moment my name came up. It was as if I were marked, and in this city, it wasn’t in a good way.

My stomach growled-a reminder that I had responsibilities beyond just my pride and ambitions. Ema felt weak, too. It was a bit concerning, to say the least. My father always said that a weak wolf was just asking to be attacked or overpowered. Underfeeding myself was a dangerous game.

My ever-loving parents had generously offered financial help when I had first moved here, but my stubborn heart had refused. They had given me so much already. Asking for money now would be like admitting that I couldn’t stand on my own two feet. That my dream of independence was just that-a fleeting dream.

I had always lived frugally, but my rookie lawyer salary barely covered my expenses. And now, with the stream of income gone, I found myself calculating how long I could survive on my meager savings.

My parents didn’t even know that I was out of a job. Whenever they called me, I skirted the subject, claiming that I was just really busy or that I was working on stuff that I wasn’t allowed to talk about.

Naturally, there would soon come a point when they realized that I was full of shit. Would I give in at that point and move back home, where it was safe and comfortable and there was no shortage of money? Maybe.

But I wasn’t willing to let it get to that point just yet. I still held out hope that there was a shred of good left in this city. There had to be at least one law firm, however tiny, that still held onto its beliefs and wasn’t secretly backed by the looming shadow of the mafia.

If that didn’t work, then surely there was a coffee shop that would let me make drinks and keep my head down until people forgot my name. Then I could try again.

Minutes ticked into houses, and the clock’s ticks only served to add to the weight on my shoulders. I glanced outside, watching as the sun made its way higher and higher into the sky. It was officially lunchtime, and I hadn’t even had breakfast.

Finally, I decided to grab my laptop and make my way downstairs to the coffee shop across the street. There was free wi-fi there, central heating, and cheap croissants. I scrounged up some cash that I had lying around the apartment and made my way over, shivering against the chill of the autumn air.

“That’ll be six dollars and fifty cents,” the barista, a young man who looked a few years my junior, said from behind the counter.

“Six… Six dollars?” I exclaimed, my eyes wide. “It’s just a black coffee and a single croissant!”

The barista shrugged. “Inflation.”

Grumbling under my breath, I dug into my pocket, where I managed to find a few more. quarters. But I was one quarter short. “I only have $6.25,” I murmured.

The barista snatched the money from my hands and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’re holding up the line.”

“Thanks,” I said, shuffling over to a table. A few minutes later, I had a cardboard cup of bitter black coffee and a stale croissant in my hand. It tasted like shit, but it was sustenance.

Maybe going home wasn’t such a bad idea. I could tell everyone it was a vacation-a brief respite. I was just taking time off of work. Yes, I was taking time off of my very busy work schedule. I was even getting vacation time!

Opening my laptop, I began to search for flights, settling for the cheapest ticket I could find. The flight was scheduled for this evening, giving me just enough time to pack and leave.

As I zipped up my suitcase, a knock at my door startled me. Peering through the peephole, my blood ran cold. Several men, their eyes void of emotion, stood outside. All of them wore chilling, stiff smiles, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

“Danger,” Ema said, her voice weak and far away. “Be careful.”

“I know.”

I took a deep breath and tried in vain to summon any shred of bravery I had left. There was none there, but I knew that the men wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. I opened the door just a crack, then peered out and eyed the men suspiciously.

“Can I help you?” I asked. One of the men stepped forward, his grin unwavering. “Miss Morgan, our boss has been waiting for a chance to chat with you for a while. It seems he got wind of your travel plans.”

Fear clawed at me. How did they know about my flight? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to feign innocence. “Oh, come on now,” another man chuckled, his voice dripping with malice. “You’re not exactly subtle, sweetheart.”

I frowned. “You have the wrong girl,” I said, going to shut my door. But the man in front stuck his steel-toed boot out, stopping the door from shutting all the way. My face blanched.

Before I could react, the man in front muscled the door open. Two of them grabbed my arms, easily overpowering my weakened state from hunger and anxiety. Their grip was iron-clad, and any attempts to wriggle free only made them hold tighter.

“Let go of me!” I shouted, fear and anger giving my voice a tremulous edge. I felt my wolf try to take control, but it was no use. She was too weak, thanks to my poor diet. We were helpless, both of us.

“I said, let me go!”

The men didn’t respond. Instead, they effortlessly hauled me down the hallway, kicking and screaming.

“Help!” I cried. “Murder! Fire!” Of course, no one came out of their apartments. They wouldn’t. They knew what this was. I had quickly learned that everyone in this godforsaken city knew about the mafia. To them, I was just a ticking time bomb. Why get involved?

Panic surged within me, threatening to drown my senses. Memories of all the Mafia stories, filled with torture and revenge, played out in my mind. Had my act of defiance led me to this dark end?

The men dragged me out of the building against my will, and unceremoniously threw me into an unmarked van.

As the van sped away, I caught a fleeting. glimpse of my apartment building, the place I had once viewed as a symbol of my newfound independence in the city. A tear rolled down my cheek, not out of fear for what awaited me, but for the dreams that had been brutally shattered.

And then, a burlap sack was shoved over my head, and I couldn’t see anything anymore. All I could hope for now was a chance to see my loved ones one more time. But in this city, where the Mafia’s tentacles seemed to stretch into every corner, even that might be too much to ask.

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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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