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His Nanny Mate Chapter 272 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 272 A New Perspective


The weight of the billboard bore down, threatening to crash onto me. Just as I braced myself for impact and felt Ema’s strength surge through me, preparing to lunge out of the way or stiffen my body to repel the impact, Logan surged forward, knocking it away with his superhuman strength.

It was an impressive feat, but as the dust settled, I noticed blood beginning to seep from a wound on his arm. I heard screams and panicked voices around me. Innocent shoppers who were just as shocked as I was. But I didn’t care about them. “Logan!” I shouted, rushing to his side.

He brushed me off with a smirk. “I’ve had worse.” But his eyes betrayed the concern he was trying to hide. “His wound,” Ema said, drawing my attention back to his arm. “It’s… bad. It hurts me, too.”

I had heard the stories before, about ghost pain, caused by a mate getting hurt. It was faint, but it was there. And I was worried, too.

The dust still hung in the air, a misty remnant of the fallen billboard. Logan stood, his armi dripping blood, while I tried to absorb the shock of what had just occurred. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed, bringing with them two men. I started to back away, frightened, but Logan put his good arm around me and gave me a squeeze.

“They’re our men,” he murmured. “Not enemies.”

The men approached, glancing at the wreckage, then at Logan’s bleeding arm, their expressions morphing from concern to sheer panic.

“Boss,” the taller one began, the strain evident in his voice. His dark hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. “We arrived too late. We tracked him down, but we couldn’t intercept him before he triggered the trap.”

The other, a stockier man with a scar over his left eyebrow, added, “It was cleverly set up, but that’s no excuse. We should have been ahead of him.”

Logan, his face unreadable, responded with at voice colder than ice. “And the man?”

The taller man gulped, hesitation painting his features. “We…we found him. But when we approached, he…” He trailed off, exchanging a quick glance with the shorter man, who picked up where the first left off.

“He shot himself. He’s dead.”

Silence hung heavy in the aftermath of this revelation. Logan’s sharp gaze moved from one man to the other, weighing them, judging their worthiness. “I entrusted you both with not just my safety, but hers as well.” His eyes briefly. flicked to me. “This isn’t just a failure. It’s a betrayal.”

The shorter man, desperation creeping into his voice, stepped forward. “Logan, we’ve been with you for years. We’ve faced countless threats together. Please, consider this a single mistake.”

The taller man, a hint of anger in his voice, added, “We want revenge as much as you do. Let us make this right.” But Logan wasn’t swayed. “One lapse can cost lives in our world. You know that. I can’t afford such risks.”

The two bodyguards looked devastated. The taller man’s eyes held a plea, while the shorter man’s shimmered with unshed tears, perhaps from shame or the weight of the failed responsibility. But Logan remained unmoved. He turned away, leaving the men to grapple with the weight of their mistakes.

“Leave. Now.”

I watched as the two men left, their shoulders drooping in defeat. Logan didn’t spare them. another glance. Instead, he turned to me, his face inscrutable. “Let’s go.”

The drive back to Logan’s house was tense. The silence was only broken by the occasional sigh from Logan or the quiet hum of the car engine. The sprawling mansion came into view, its large iron gates swinging open as we approached.

The opulence of the place was always something that caught my attention, but today, my focus was solely on the man beside me, pain evident in his every movement.

We were barely out of the car when the side door to the mansion opened, revealing a middle-aged man with silver hair, glasses perched on his nose, and a medical bag in hand. This was Dr. Mitchell, a trusted ally of Logan’s and, as Logan explained on our way inside, a man who had patched up more mafia wounds than anyone in the city.

Without wasting a moment, he gestured towards one of the plush sofas in the expansive living room. “Sit,” he ordered Logan, who complied without protest, clearly used to the doctor’s no-nonsense demeanor.

I hovered nearby, watching closely, a gnawing sense of guilt eating at me. If not for our outing today, none of this would have happened. As I watched, Dr. Mitchell expertly cleaned the wound, his hands moving with precision and confidence. There was a practiced grace in hist movements, a testament to his years of experience.

Logan winced slightly as the doctor dabbed at his arm, but other than that, he remained stoic, his face giving away no sign of the pain he must have been in. Their eyes met briefly, a silent communication that seemed to say more than words ever could. “Deep gash,” Dr. Mitchell murmured, “but thankfully, no major arteries were hit. You were lucky.”

Logan chuckled dryly. “A falling billboard, and you call that lucky?”  The doctor glanced up, his eyes holding a spark of humor. “You’re still sitting here, aren’t you?”

As Dr. Mitchell began to stitch the wound, I found my voice. “Is he going to be okay?”

The doctor didn’t look up from his work but responded, “He’ll be fine, Miss. A few stitches, some rest, and he’ll be back to his old self.” “So, annoying and brash, right?” I teased, although more to calm my own frayed nerves than anything else.

Logan shot me a reassuring glance, trying to offer a comforting smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “See? Just a scratch.”

All the while, I felt Ema inside of me, aching for the pain that our mate was in. It felt almost aggravating, for her to be so attached to Logan, but I couldn’t deny it. I was attached to him, too.

Damn this mate bond, I thought to myself, looking away while the doctor stitched up Logan’s wound. It’s not fair. I felt helpless in my feelings for this man.

The process took a while, but when the last stitch was secured and the wound bandaged, Dr. Mitchell packed up his equipment. Before he left, he pulled me aside. “Keep an eye on him, okay? He puts on a brave face, but that was quite a shock for him.”

I nodded, a silent promise to do just that. The door clicked shut behind Dr. Mitchell, leaving only Logan and me in the room. The weight of the day’s events hung heavily between us.

Once the doctor left, silence enveloped the room. I broke it. “Who was it? Why would someone try to kill me?” Logan looked away, clearly avoiding the topic.. “It was an accident.”

“Logan,” I retorted, “that wasn’t an accident, and you know it. If we’re to stand together, I deserve to know.”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Fine.”

With a resigned expression, he leaned back and let out a deep breath. “It was a warning,” he finally spoke. “He never intended to actually kill you. It should have been avoided, but my men…they messed up.”

His evasiveness was grating. “Who is ‘he’, Logan?”

He hesitated for a heartbeat too long before confessing. “My brother.”

I turned sharply to look at him, shock written all over my face. “Your brother? Why would he want to kill me?”

Logan’s expression turned bitter. “It’s our family dynamics. My father always pitted us against each other. So, we grew up more like adversaries than siblings.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Yesterday, he wanted to know about my new ‘interest’. I withheld your identity, just to keep him guessing.”

“And he found out anyway,” I whispered, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “Yes, and he sent this as a message.” Logan held up his phone, displaying a simple text: “Your men suck.”

“I can’t believe it,” I murmured. “Your own flesh and blood acting like this. I can’t imagine what.

it’s like. My sister and I have always been close. And she’s my half-sister.”

Logan’s gaze turned distant, a flicker of pain crossing his features. “It’s how we were raised, always competing, always on edge.”

Without thinking, I reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, offering a semblance of comfort. To my surprise, he laid his hand over mine, the warmth seeping through.

“I’ve long been accustomed to it,” he whispered.

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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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