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His Nanny Mate Chapter 297 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 297 Temptation & Her Mistress

Logan

The symphony of the ballroom surrounded us: the gentle murmur of voices, the soft clink of glasses, and the mesmerizing notes of the orchestra weaving a spell around the dancing couples.

But amidst all the sounds, there was a silence, a charged void, between Ella and me. Every step we took, every turn, and every glide was a wordless conversation.

My wolf, always alert beneath the surface, yearned to entangle with hers, to join in a dance of their own. I could feel the pull, the almost magnetic attraction between our two spirits, and it was maddening.

“I wish she would let me in,” my wolf complained, his voice a growl in the back of my mind as it mirrored my own turmoil. “Just for a moment.”

“I know,” I answered. “She’s a fortress.”

No matter what I did, Ella and her wolf resisted. There was a barrier, a wall she had erected, both to protect herself and to maintain at distance from the chaos of my world. My wolf growled low in frustration, longing to bridge that gap, to assert our bond..

I wanted to pull her close, to feel her breath against my lips, to lose myself in the intoxicating allure she radiated. The urge was overwhelming, almost primal, yet the conscious part of me fought it..

I knew it wasn’t the time, nor the place.

“You keep staring at me,” Ella said, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. “It’s weird.”

“Is it?” I asked, guiding her gracefully through a twirl as the music swelled. “You keep staring at me, too, you know.”

Ella’s face turned an even deeper shade of red than it already was. “You’re flirting with me.” “So what if I am?” I asked. “You’re a beautiful woman, Ella. And fascinating.”

The final notes of the dance approached, and the intensity between us grew. My hand tightened on her waist, her fingers gripped my shoulder a tad firmer, our eyes locked in an unwavering gaze.

We were on the edge of something profound, a precipice, and the fall was tantalizing. But just as the dance concluded, with our faces inches apart and the promise of a kiss hanging in the air, I felt the weight of a gaze upon us.

Breaking our intimate moment, I glanced to the side and met my father’s piercing eyes. They held a clear warning, a silent command.

Ella must have sensed the shift, the sudden tension. Her eyes, previously soft and lost in our connection, now held a hint of confusion, perhaps even hurt.

“You should…” I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat, “get yourself another drink at the bar. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

She blinked, processing the abrupt change. “Alright,” she replied, her voice betraying what almost sounded like a hint of disappointment. “I’ll wait for you!”

As she gracefully made her way to the bar, I took a deep breath, attempting to quell the tempest of emotions within. I knew I had to face my father, to address whatever reservations he held. But the thought of it, the inevitable confrontation, filled me with dread.

The dance’s last note still lingered in the air as 1 walked over to my father, a poignant reminder of the emotional whirlwind that was Ella.

Ella confused me. One moment cautious, almost timid, the next, a fierce protector of a stranger. And yet, the very elements of her that baffled me also drew me in, like a ship to a lighthouse on a stormy night.

“Logan,” my father’s voice cut through the gossamer thread of thoughts weaving Ella into my consciousness.

I turned, facing him. His stature always. reminded me of the old oaks on our family estate-solid, enduring, and occasionally imposing. “Your ‘girlfriend’ seems quite taken with the hired help,” he remarked dryly, his eyes trained on Ella.

My gaze followed his. Ella, in her ethereal beauty, looked slightly out of place amidst the grandeur, like a wildflower in a manicured. garden.

“She’s… unique,” I replied, the shadow of at smile dancing on my lips. “She has a way of connecting with people, a rare gift.”

My father’s eyes held a cool skepticism. “I allowed that little spectacle earlier because the man you brutalized-Rodrick-was a problem. His businesses were cutting a little too close to mine, so I allowed you and your Alpha Princess to play your little game of ‘sticking it to the man’. But remember who you are, Logan. And who she might turn out to be. It’s unwise to trust someone who so openly fraternizes withi escorts.”

“Dad, I had no choice,” I defended, my gaze still fixed on Ella. “Rodrick beat that escort, and you and I both know that it’s a favorite pastime of his. It was about time someone stopped him.”

“And I suppose next, you plan on taking on half of the men in this place,” my father said, subtly gesturing around with his martini glass. “Then perhaps after that, you’ll go straight for the pimp himself.”

My father, even more subtly than before, nodded his head toward a man in the corner. He wore a blood red suit, with snakeskin shoes and a dark look in his eyes. And he was looking right at me.

“But don’t worry,” my father hissed, drawing my attention back to him. “Rodrick hadn’t paid his bill in quite some time, so it’s all settled now. But cross that line again, and you-and ‘Dahlia’-will both be sorry for it.”

Before I could reply, Harry sauntered over, his gait confident. Marina, dressed in an expensive red dress, was on his arm, laughing at something he had whispered. But the laugh only went as far as her lips; it didn’t reach her eyes, which were like two snake eyes. Calculating. Watching.

Harry and I were night and day. Where I was reserved, he was boisterous. He reveled in the attention, while I often found solace in the shadows.

“Logan!” Harry’s voice boomed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Drowning in the depths of another philosophical debate with father?”

“Always,” I retorted, glancing from Harry to Marina. “And you, enjoying the simpler pleasures, I see.”

Marina’s laugh tinkled, like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. “Harry does have a way of making everything feel light-hearted,” she said, giving me that snakelike look once more. “Where is your date?”

I nodded, my focus returning to Ella, watching as she gracefully interacted with those around her.

“She’s… mingling,” I said, looking back at Marina and Harry. I noticed, briefly, how Harry’s tongue shot out across his lips. How his eyes darted over Ella’s body, drinking her in. Like she was a buffet with no customers.

“Speaking of light-hearted, what brings you over?” I asked, wanting to draw Harry’s attention back to me. “Planning another one of your infamous pranks? Found another billboard to drop on me?”

Harry’s eyes twinkled, his smirk deepening. “No,” he said, “no billboards tonight. Actually, I wanted to tell you that I’ll be holding an after- party on the yacht tonight. Care to join? It’ll be a change from your usual nightly musings.”

“The yacht?” I asked, frowning. “After last time?”

“Oh, come on, brother,” Harry said, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “That gunshot at the last party was an accident; a simple case of someone forgetting to… turn the safety on. I’m sorry one of your men got injured, but it really wasn’t intentional.”

“Right,” I hissed, remembering the incident at the last party. There had been so much blood. “Forgetting to turn the safety on.”

Or maybe remembering to turn it off, I thought to myself.

Marina tilted her head playfully, her dark locks cascading over one shoulder. “Well?” she asked. “Are you coming? Of course, your date is invited. The night’s just getting started.”

I hesitated. The thought of drifting away on a yacht with my brother was alarming, but my father was standing right there, and Ella and I had already made enough transgressions that night. We needed to appear open, friendly. Otherwise, Ella would have a target on her back.

Before I could mull over it further, my father interjected, his tone firm. “A party sounds lovely,” he said, his voice laced with something I couldn’t quite read. “I think you should go, Logan. Introduce your girlfriend to the Barrett lifestyle.”

I sighed, meeting Harry’s amused gaze. “Fine.

Let me talk to Ella.”

“Ella?” Marina asked with a mischievous smirk, cocking her head to the side so that a lock of her hair fell onto her slender collarbone. “Or is it… Dahlia?”

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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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