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His Nanny Mate Chapter 292 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 292 Dahlia


The restaurant loomed ahead, a tall edifice much like the first place Logan and I first officially ‘met-after our initial alleyway meeting, back when he thought I was a ‘peasant’.

The building’s height mirrored its reputation. It stood out distinctly against the city skyline, with its harsh gray reliefs and facades. It was a cold metal obelisk, much unlike the beautifully ornate buildings I had grown up surrounded by while growing up, but it had its own brutalist charm as well.

Behind the glass facade, I could see a sea of figures moving around. The street was lined with expensive sports cars, and men and women dressed in even more expensive dresses, tuxedos, watches, and jewelry were stepping out of them..

My heart raced as Logan and I stepped out of the car and joined them. The thumping of my heels against the pavement reminded me of the beats of a war drum, resonating with my rising anxiety.

Growing up, I had become used to events like. this. The red carpet was no stranger to me, nor was the flash of cameras. Years of practice and training had given me the uncanny ability to stop whatever I was doing, pose perfectly, smile for the camera, and then continue on my way with no second thought.

But this was different. Colder. There were no cameras, no red carpet. There was no doubt in my mind, either, that each and every one of these people was armed in some way, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if blood was shed tonight-either behind the scenes or out in the open, for everyone to spectate..

It was like walking into a den of lions, and for the first time in my life, I felt like a lone meerkat just waiting to be eaten.

I kept my face down, pulling my silky shawl tighter around my shoulders. The last thing I wanted was to be recognized. I could already imagine the outrage if my parents found out that I was walking into a mafia event on the arm of the son of one of the biggest mafia bosses.

“Don’t worry,” Logan whispered, sensing my trepidation as we approached the entrance. “No one here will spill the beans on your presence. We have rules.”

I glanced up at him, my eyebrows raised. “Rules?”

He smirked. “Remember how I told you about rule number one when we went shopping? Well, this is rule number two: “No snitching”.”

“What do you mean?” I asked quietly, taking note of how closely I was walking beside Logan, as though he served as some sort of barrier against the other attendees.

“I mean,” he said, casually draping his arm around my shoulders, “everyone here is part of the mafia or some other criminal organization. They don’t give a shit if some billionaire’s daughter is here, and that’s if they even notice you-which they won’t. No offense.”

“None taken,” I said, feeling somewhat relieved. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the simplicity of it. But still, my gut twisted with unease. “Just to be safe, though, maybe you should call me by a different name.”

Logan laughed, that deep, rumbling laugh that I was starting to get used to. “Alright, what’ll it be?”

After a moment’s thought, I replied, “Dahlia.”

He tried, and failed, to suppress a grin. “Dahlia, huh? I like your style. It’s cute.”

My gaze turned sharp. “Don’t patronize me. This is important.”

His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Sure thing, Miss Dahlia.”

We headed inside, immediately being met with the soft hum of an elevator waiting for us. As it took us up, I felt the subtle shift beneath my feet. The world seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of us in that confined space.

“Now,” Logan said, turning to face me with his hands in his pockets, “a few more rules. Don’t ask any questions. Don’t get involved in other people’s business. And most importantly, for the love of all things holy, do not eavesdrop on other people’s conversations.”

“Most importantly?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “It’s a party, Logan. I can’t help if I overhear other conversations-”

“That’s all well and good,” he said. He was leaning casually against the railing, but his eyes were stern. “But if you hear something, no you didn’t. If you see something, no you didn’t. If it doesn’t involve you, then it doesn’t exist. And as far as you’re concerned, absolutely nothing- aside from being by my side tonight-will involve you, if you stay out of trouble.”

I couldn’t help but scoff a little. The elevator floors ticked by rather quickly, but the building was so tall that we weren’t even halfway to our destination yet.

“Why the scoff?” Logan asked. I shrugged. “Staying out of trouble,” I replied. “It’s like you think I’m a rebellious teen.”

“Well?” Logan asked, smirking slightly. “Are you?”

“Not a teen, no,” I said, unable to deny the hint of mischief in my own voice. There was silence, but my mind was anything. but silent. Logan’s words struck me to my core. The thought of hearing or seeing unsavory things, and being completely unable to do anything about it, made my stomach churn a little.

But Logan was right: these were the rules. And if I wanted this evening to end well, if I wanted my real identity to stay hidden, then I had to follow them.

When the doors finally slid open, we were greeted by a lively scene. The large room. hummed with conversations, the soothing tones of a live band, and the occasional clink of glasses.

Waiters gracefully wove through the crowd, trays balanced with glasses of champagne and mouth-watering hors d’oeuvres. The atmosphere was heavy with cigar smoke, mingling with the light fragrances of various perfumes.

Despite my reservations, I couldn’t help but admit that there was something exciting about it. The energy, the opulence- it was all so different from my usual scene. There were business people here, just like my father’s events, but they were of a different ilk.

It was like flip sides of the same coin, one side was dark, and the other was light. This was the dark side.

Logan plucked two champagne flutes from a passing waiter’s tray, handing one to me. “You look tense. But I promise, once you get some alcohol in you, you’ll feel right at home,” he teased, clinking his glass against mine..

I took a hesitant sip, the bubbles tickling my throat and my nose. “And after that?” I challenged, arching an eyebrow. He smirked, drawing closer. “Then we dance.”

For a moment, Logan’s scent overwhelmed me. I felt an undeniable urge to kiss him, heard my wolf’s voice in my mind, begging me to close the distance between us. I loved it and hated it all at once, and something about the smoky and lively atmosphere made me want to give in to my urges.

“But first,” Logan said, stepping back and extending his elbow to me, “I need to mingle a little. So, hold onto me.”

I hesitated, my fingers barely grazing his arm. He seemed so solid, so real beneath the fabric of his suit, and that unnerved me a bit.

Seeing my reluctance, Logan’s eyes darkened. With a swift motion, he grabbed my hand and pressed it firmly against his bicep. My face heated up instantly, and I was acutely aware of every point of contact between us-the warmth of his skin, the texture of his suit, the steady rhythm of his heart.

“I said, hold on,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, reminding me of the wolf that lingered within.

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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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