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His Nanny Mate Chapter 329 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 329 Not Alone


The evening shadows stretched long and dark across my apartment’s hardwood floor, a stark contrast to the flickering yellow street light outside that threw mottled patterns on the dark brick walls of my apartment.

The fragrant scent of the lavender candle l always had lit hung in the air despite the fact that I hadn’t lit it yet today, but either way, its calming effects seemed lost on me now. The buzzing of the intercom had felt like an electrical jolt to my system. Every nerve in my body was on high alert. Gripping the knife tightly, its cool, reassuring weight in my palm, I cautiously approached the door.

“Who’s there?” My voice wavered, betraying the tight knot of fear in my stomach. The silence that followed was deafening until he finally spoke. “Ella, it’s me. Logan.” The muffled voice came through, carrying a hint of surprise and confusion.

I swallowed, somewhat relieved, and hit the button to let him into the building. “Don’t leave the door open,” I murmured.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. Instinctively, even though I knew it would just be Logan, I felt my body tense once more.

Gazing through the peephole, my heart rate steadied a touch as I recognized Logan’s tousled dark hair and worried blue eyes. He held a bottle of wine in his hands-probably the same brand that we had shared together before. It was clear that he planned on coming here to celebrate, if not at least for our win earlier, but for our kiss.

But tonight, everything was different. My grip on the knife didn’t loosen, even though I opened the door slowly.

Logan stepped in, a warm smile taking over his features. He held the wine bottle up so I could see it in the light. “Thought I’d splurge on a bottle of wine. And…”

But then, that initial smile of greeting faded as his gaze landed on the knife. I wasn’t quick enough to pull my sleeves over the red marks on my wrists from being bound, either, and so he saw those, too.

“Jesus, Ella,” he murmured, eyes widening in alarm. “What the hell happened to you? Why do you have a knife?”

“Logan, now’s not a good time.” I tried to sound firm, but the undercurrent of my distress was palpable. Yet he stepped forward, concern evident in every line of his face. He took a moment to survey my apartment, noticing the bags scattered in haste, the remnants of my desperate need to flee.

“Talk to me,” he pleaded softly, his eyes darting between my face and the knife. I hesitated, torn. The memories of the night’s events threatened to drown me, each detail playing on a torturous loop. My wolf side, the fierce protector, was battling my human side’s emotional turmoil.

“You know we can trust him,” Ema said inside my mind. “He’s Logan. Just Logan. Maybe he can help.”

Ema was right; I did trust Logan, more than I wanted to admit. He had done nothing but keep me safe so far. At least, that was how it seemed.

“I’m… I’m leaving the city, Logan.”

The admission felt heavy on my tongue, tasting of defeat. His expression turned incredulous. “What? After all we’ve achieved together? After everything? Why?”

The pain and fear sitting heavily in my chest finally bubbled to the surface, and the words spilled out uncontrollably.

“I was attacked tonight, in the subway. They took me to some godforsaken underground area and… and showed me pictures of Daisy. They know where she is, what she does. They threatened her life, Logan.”

As I spoke, I pulled my sleeves back to reveal the full extent of the red marks on my wrists. Logan’s eyes widened.

The bottle of wine slipped from his grasp, shattering on the floor, red liquid pooling like blood between the shards of glass. For a split second, the crash sounded like the shattering of my own heart. Logan’s eyes held a storm of emotions: fury, worry, disbelief.

Without even taking a moment to pay any attention to the mess he had just made, Logan’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. I flinched and winced, feeling the burning. sensation on my skin from his touch-and the electric shock of our close proximity coursing through my body.

“Who did this to you?” His voice was low, every bit the growl of the alpha wolf. I quickly pulled away. “I don’t know, but they were clear in their threat.” My voice trembled, the painful welts on my wrists and the aching. sensation in my skull serving as a brutal reminder of my ordeal. “But Logan, I can’t stay. Not if it means putting my little sister in danger.”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking utterly defeated. “Ella, this is your home. You’ve built at life here, a reputation. Hell, look at what you accomplished today! That was all you! You can’t just run away so easily, not after that.”

“But it’s not about me!” I snapped, frustration mounting. “It’s about Daisy. If anything happened to her because of me…” The thought was unbearable. Logan’s features softened, his anger replaced by understanding. “You love her very much, don’t you?”

“She’s my baby sister. I would do anything for her,” I whispered. “Even if it meant giving up on all of my dreams.”

A heavy silence settled between us, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city outside: a car horn, distant laughter, the distant hum of life going on. Despite the dangers in this city, there were still countless people out there living their lives in harmony, free from the darkness. And here I was, still standing here with wine spilt all over my apartment floor and a kitchen knife still clutched in my hand.

Ignoring the knife, Logan took a cautious step closer, his blue-eyed gaze never leaving mine. Instinctively, I took a step back. I felt my wolf pulse inside of me, her very presence chiding me for being so distrustful, but I couldn’t help the fact that my body was on edge after everything.


Logan paused, holding his hands up in surrender. His clear blue eyes were nothing but full of genuine pain and concern, and I found myself sighing and allowing my shoulders to slump in exhaustion. For a few moments, we just stared at each other, each of us speechless.

And for another fleeting moment, I remembered our kiss from earlier-how electric it had felt, how comforting it was to entwine with my fated mate, even for just a moment. And for a moment, I almost wanted to kiss him again.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I’m just…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Logan shook his head. “I won’t pretend to know exactly what you’re going through, but I want to help, Ella.”

I shook my head, tears threatening to fall. “I can’t drag you into this. It’s too dangerous.” Before I could react, Logan closed the distance between us, pulling me into his strong embrace.

The knife slipped from my grasp, clattering harmlessly to the floor. And for a moment, surrounded by his warmth and the familiar scent of cedarwood, the weight of the world seemed to lift just a little.

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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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