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His Nanny Mate Chapter 323 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 323 Late Nights.


The chilling revelation about Officer Daniels left a pit in my stomach, but not for the reasons Logan might’ve assumed. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at me-it was a burning anger. Injustice had always spurred me to action.

As we walked back to the car, Logan turned to me, his eyes full of concern. “Ella, if you think this is too much, it’s not too late to walk away.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh, masking the fierce determination bubbling beneath the surface. “Logan, walking away is not in my nature. This just got a lot more personal.”

His gaze softened, relief evident. “Good, because I could really use someone like you on my side.”

The rain had lightened up, but the weight of the situation bore down on us. “We need that casing, Logan. But how do we get Daniels to hand it over?”

Logan smirked. “I have a few ideas.”

“Such as?” He paused for a moment, as if deciding how much to share. “What do you think of a visit to Officer Daniels’ home?”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on.”

Logan motioned for me to follow him. As we approached his sleek, black car, several imposing figures stood waiting-his men.

“Daniels needs some… persuasion,” Logan began, his tone matter-of-fact. “My men can help with that.”

A plan was forming already in my mind. “So we show up, make him sweat a bit, and then…?”

Logan finished my thought, “We retrieve the bullet casing. But Ella, I need you to know, my men won’t harm him. They’re here for intimidation, nothing more.” I nodded. “As long as no one gets hurt, I’m in.”

The drive to Daniels’ modest suburban home was tense. Even with the weight of Logan’s posse in tow, the uncertainty of what awaited us was palpable. Porch lights dimly lit the wet streets, creating a soft glow that made the shadows dance.

We arrived at Daniels’ doorstep, the silence interrupted only by the soft pitter-patter of rain. on the rooftops. One of Logan’s men knocked. The door slowly creaked open to reveal a disheveled Daniels, his eyes widening in surprise and fear.

“What the hell do you want?” he stammered. Logan stepped forward, his demeanor calm yet assertive. “We need to have a chat, Officer Daniels. About a certain bullet casing.”

Daniels swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Logan motioned to his men, who subtly stepped closer, their sheer presence enough to elicit a gasp from Daniels. “I think you do. Now, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?”

“Please,” Daniels whispered, his voice shaky. “Not in front of my family.”

Logan looked around. The house was quiet, the lights dimmed, with only the silhouette of a woman, possibly Daniels’ wife, peeking through the window blinds.

I stepped forward, trying to calm the situation. “Officer Daniels, just give us the casing. We promise nothing will happen to you or your family.”

Daniels looked from me to Logan, the wheels in his mind clearly turning. After a few tense moments, he disappeared into his home, only to return with a small plastic bag containing the bullet casing. He handed it over with a trembling hand.

With a nod, Logan took the pouch from Daniels’ hand. “Now tell me one more thing, Officer Daniels,” Logan said, folding his arms. “Who paid you to hide this evidence?”

“Promise me,” Daniels whispered, his eyes darting nervously between Logan and his men. “Promise me you’ll keep my family safe.”

Logan nodded. “I give you my word. In fact,” he signaled to two of his men, “these gentlemen will stay nearby, undercover. To ensure your family’s safety.”

Daniels nodded gratefully, relief evident in his eyes. “It was a lawyer. Westbrook, I believe his name was. He paid me to hide this bullet, and that Logan had to go down… no matter what. I swear, I don’t know anything else.”

There was a heavy silence. Logan and I shot each other a quizzical glance; someone must have paid Westbrook to hide this evidence, I was sure of it. But who?

“Thank you, Officer Daniels,” I said. Without another word, he retreated into his home, closing the door behind him. As we drove back to the firm, the streetlights painted fleeting streaks of orange on Logan’s face, revealing the deep furrows of worry.

“It’s late,” Logan said, breaking the silence. “I can pick you up in the morning.” I shook my head. “No, I need to start this now. The first court session is tomorrow.”

Logan paused for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. I’ll come with you, then.”

He was about to head to the door, but I stopped him. “You should go home, Logan. Get some rest. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

He turned, dark eyes studying me. “Ella, there’s no way I’m letting you work late by yourself.”

“I’ve pulled all-nighters before. I’ll be fine,” I said with a scoff.

“Not on my watch,” he said firmly, but with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “Besides, it’s not every day you get to work on something like this… Especially not with someone like you. We’re in this together, remember?”

Rolling my eyes, I replied, “Fine, but if we’re going to burn the midnight oil, we need coffee.”

Logan grinned. “You read my mind.”

I fetched a pot of freshly brewed coffee and poured us both mugs. Logan’s was black, like his attire, mine had a splash of cream. We set up shop in my office-me behind my desk with an array of legal documents spread out like a deck of cards, and Logan opposite, his laptop open to a database he had ‘special access’ to.

“Look at this,” he said, showing me a precedent case. “A cop tried to hide evidence, just like Daniels. And he was caught.”

I raised my eyebrows, impressed. “This could be useful. Where did you even find this?”

Logan smirked. “I have my ways.”

As we delved deeper into our research, a synergy developed between us. It was like a dance; Logan finding pieces of information and me connecting them to the legal framework. Hours flew by, and the silent rhythm of our work felt strangely intimate.

At one point, my gaze wandered over to Logan. He was engrossed in reading a crucial document, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The dim light of the single desk lamp cast a gentle glow on him, accentuating his chiseled features. Without realizing, a small smile crept onto my face. He does look handsome, I thought.

“You’re falling for him,” Ema chimed in. I quickly looked away, my cheeks flushing slightly. “No, I’m not,” I shot back mentally. “I’m just… impressed. I never expected a mobster to be so… dedicated.”

My wolf chuckled softly. “Whatever you say, Ella. But remember, I know you better than anyone.”

I sighed, focusing back on my work. But every so often, my gaze would drift back to Logan, and every time, that warm, fluttery feeling in my stomach would intensify.

Around 3 a.m., my eyes started drooping, and the words on the pages began to blur. Logan must’ve noticed, because he leaned over, his hand brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

“Maybe we should take a short break?” he suggested, his voice husky with fatigue. Nodding, I replied, “Just a few minutes. We have so much left to do.”

Logan smiled softly, his gaze lingering on me. “You’re one hell of a fighter, Ella. I admire that.”

It was my turn to smirk. “Takes one to know one.”

He laughed, and for a moment, the tension of the situation faded. It was just two people sharing a genuine moment, free from the burdens of their respective worlds.

But the moment was short-lived. We got back to work, the energy from our shared laugh fueling us for a while longer. We cross- referenced, debated, and strategized, trying to craft the perfect defense. Logan’s insights into the darker side of the city proved invaluable, and I found myself relying on him more than I’d like to admit.

As dawn approached, our energy dwindled. Despite our best efforts, the exhaustion caught up.

At some point, the weight of our eyelids became too much, and we both drifted off, our heads resting on the sea of papers sprawled across the desk.

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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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