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His Nanny Mate Chapter 271 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 271 White Knight


We didn’t just stop at one store. No, Logan wouldn’t have it. The shopping center was enormous, and Logan clearly had a penchant for spending money. We spent hours in there, perusing each store.

Normally, I didn’t enjoy shopping trips. My dad never really took me on them, maybe once or twice a year we would go out on a shopping day, but Moana was the type to instill in me that money wasn’t everything, and so we didn’t splurge too much. I didn’t mind, though. Her precautions made sure that I never got spoiled, despite the fact that my dad was one of the richest men in the world.

However, I couldn’t deny the enjoyment of shopping with Logan. I hated to say it, but he was… fun. Maybe it was the mate bond surreptitiously slipping rose-colored glasses onto my face, but I liked seeing him smile as we perused the stores. I liked hearing his jokes about silly outfits, ridiculously high heels, and hats with all sorts of bizarre decorations on them. He made me laugh.

At one point, we found ourselves in an even fancier store than the others. The golden gleam of the chandeliers reflected off the cream marble floors, giving the luxury boutique an air of opulence. Logan and I wandered from aisle to aisle, picking out pieces and discussing our preferences. I couldn’t help but notice that our tastes were eerily similar.

“I’ve always thought garish colors were overrated,” Logan mused, holding up a classic navy tie. “It’s much more about the quality and cut of the fabric for me.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I responded, genuinely surprised. “Bright colors might be eye-catching, but there’s something so refined about muted tones.”

Before Logan could respond, a saleswoman approached us, her eyes immediately sizing me up.

“Miss,” she started, her voice dripping with enthusiasm, “I think this would look absolutely ravishing on you.”

She held out a fiery red dress, the fabric shimmering under the store lights. The cut was low, the slit up the side particularly high, and the entire ensemble screamed ‘look at me.’

“I don’t know…” I hesitated, unsure.

“Please, do try it on!” she implored, her eyes alight with excitement. “With your fair complexion, you’d be the talk of any event.”

Logan’s eyes met mine. “Try it,” he said, smirking. “Please?”

Not wanting to disappoint their fervor, I took the dress into the changing room. As I pulled it over my head and adjusted the straps, a sense of unease washed over me. It was undeniably sexy, but it felt too ostentatious, too exposed.

Yet, I decided to step out and show Logan, if only for a second opinion.

The moment I emerged from behind the curtain, Logan’s eyes widened, and an amused chuckle escaped him. He gave a playful whistle, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Logan!” I exclaimed, my face heating up as | covered my chest with my hands.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief. “But honestly, it’s not you. Too much… red.”

I crossed my arms defensively. “Well, I didn’t pick it out!”

Logan approached a nearby rack, selecting a moonlight white dress that cascaded gracefully to the floor. He paired it with a sparkling diamond necklace, its beauty in its simplicity..

“This,” he declared, “is you.”

My eyes widened at the sight of the dress. It was indeed beautiful, but…

“But I already have a dress,” I said, pointing to the bag from the first store in Logan’s hands. There were several other bags in his grasp, too. He was a bit of a shopaholic, particularly for watches and Italian leather loafers.

Logan simply shrugged. “You could use more than one,” he said, lowering his voice. “This is gonna be a year, after all. There will be plenty of events. And who knows, maybe you’ll like this one… better.”

I sighed, but obliged. After a quick change, I had to admit Logan was right. The dress accentuated my features without making me feel overly exposed. And the necklace, it was a masterpiece in its own right.

The moonlight white dress was, in every sense, magical. It draped over my figure like a second skin, hugging me in all the right places and flaring out gracefully at the hips. Made of a luxurious silk, the fabric had a softness that was almost ethereal, making me feel as though I was enveloped in a cloud.

I admired myself in the full-length mirror, noting how the dress perfectly complemented my fair complexion. The subtle, intricate patterns embroidered near the waist added just the right touch of elegance without being over the top. It was a stark contrast to the emerald dress that I had tried on earlier which, while captivating in its own right, suddenly paled in comparison to this one.

Lost in my thoughts, I instinctively twirled, watching the fabric flare out and then settle around my legs in a soft cascade. The movement was mesmerizing. It was only then that I caught Logan’s blue eyes watching me in the mirror, and I felt a heat creep into my cheeks.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. I turned to face Logan, his attire complimenting mine perfectly. The thought crossed my mind: We looked like the perfect couple. A dangerous thought given his… affiliations.

It’s a pity he’s one of the Mafia, I thought, pushing away the budding warmth in my chest.

Eventually, I returned to the fitting room to remove the dress. Logan had already paid for it before I could have the chance to protest, and the saleswoman now waited patiently to wrap it up and receive her commission.

However, as I tried to immerse myself back into the world of shopping, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched. My eyes flitted around the store, searching for any sign of a threat.

Just then, I caught sight of him. A man skulking around in the background, partially hidden by some shelves. He wore all black, and had a gruff look about him. Upon realizing that I had noticed him, he quickly picked up an item off of a shelf and turned his back to me, pretending to be just another shopper. But I knew better.

“Logan,” I whispered, leaning closer. “I think we’re being followed.” His eyes darkened as he took a quick survey of our surroundings. “Stay close,” he murmured, reaching for his phone.

We continued shopping, albeit with heightened alertness. When Logan went to the counter to pay for some things that he was buying for himself, my eyes landed on a quaint cake shop next door. I quickly realized that I was hungry.

“I’ll be right back,” I called over to him. He didn’t react, maybe he didn’t notice. I thought nothing of it, and walked out of the store.

The sweet aroma of baked goods enveloped me as I stepped out of the clothing store, momentarily distracting me from the unease I felt earlier. Just as I was deciding whether I felt in the mood for a raspberry tart or a chocolate éclair, a loud shout pierced the air..


I spun around, just in time to see a billboard detaching from its fixture high above, plummeting straight towards me. Panic surged through me, and everything moved in slow motion.

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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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