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His Nanny Mate Chapter 330 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 330 Trust in You


In Logan’s embrace, the world felt distant. All the fears and anxieties seemed momentarily shrouded by the warmth of his presence.

But as we separated, the weight of the spilled wine on the hardwood floor brought a sudden, albeit misplaced, urgency to the atmosphere. The dark liquid spread lazily between the shards of glass, forming an ominous pool that mirrored my tumultuous emotions.

Logan’s gaze shifted from my face to the mess at our feet. For a fleeting moment, the gravity of our situation seemed to vanish, replaced by the simple need to address the accident before us.

“We should clean this up,” he said quietly, already moving toward the kitchen. I nodded, still grappling with the magnitude of everything. I watched as Logan fetched a roll of paper towels and a broom. As he bent down to start picking up the shards, I quickly joined him. on the floor, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Our hands worked in tandem, almost in a silent. rhythm, cleaning the wine and gathering the broken pieces. At one point, as I reached out for a particularly large shard, our fingers brushed against each other.

The contact sent a shiver up my spine. The intimacy of the moment, the dim lighting of the room, and the scent of the lavender aroma of my apartment mixed with Logan’s natural musk intensified the atmosphere. It felt like we were trapped in a cocoon, the outside world and its impending dangers momentarily forgotten.

Logan’s hand hesitated for a moment before he gently took hold of my wrist. The touch was soft but firm, and I could feel the heat radiating from his palm. With his other hand, he carefully turned my wrist, examining the red welts.

“Ella,” he whispered, his voice carrying a pain that mirrored my own. “We need to clean these.”

I simply nodded, lost in the whirlpool of emotions his touch elicited. He helped me to my feet, leading me towards the bathroom. The cool tiles underfoot contrasted sharply with the warmth of Logan’s hand around my wrist.

Once inside, he ran the cold water, wetting a soft cloth. He gently dabbed at my wrists, cleaning away the grime and sweat. The cold sensation made me wince slightly, but his touch was feather-light, cautious.

“You know,” he began, his voice almost hesitant as he reached for a tube of antiseptic cream, “my world hasn’t always been kind. Quite the opposite, actually. But I’ve never wanted to see someone I care about hurt like this.”

His fingers brushed over the welts as her applied the cream. I had to look away, my heart hammering in my chest. Each gentle stroke made me yearn for more contact, for the comfort of his embrace.

Ema stirred within, her thoughts melding with mine. “Maybe he’s not what we initially thought. Maybe there’s more to him than just the hardened exterior and the mobster reputation.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the gentle pull of my wolf towards him. “Tonight has shown a side of you that I never expected, Logan,” I said, a slight chuckle escaping my lips. “Color me surprised. You seem… genuinely kind and caring.”

He finished bandaging my wrist and took a step back, allowing me a moment to process everything. “Ella, the world we live in isn’t black and white. There are shades of gray everywhere. But I want you to know that when it comes to you, my intentions have always been genuine.”

The small bathroom space seemed to shrink, charged with tension. Here we were, two souls entangled in a world of chaos, finding solace in each other’s presence. My wolf nudged me gently, urging me to trust, to let go of my reservations.

And for the first time, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, Logan wasn’t the monster I had once thought him to be. Just then, however, I looked up and saw the tumultuous swirl of emotions in his deep blue eyes-worry, fury, and something else, something almost… vulnerable.

“Who were those men?” His voice held a sharp edge, its earlier warmth replaced by icy concern. “And what the hell were they after?”

“Logan, I’ve told you everything I know.” I sighed, rubbing my temples to stave off the brewing headache. “I can only assume they’re linked to the people we just put behind bars. Retaliation maybe?”

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and retreated to the couch, sinking into its soft cushions, looking a million miles away. The weight of our recent accomplishments-the victories, the triumphs-seemed so minuscule now in comparison to the dangers we now faced.

“It’s more than just retaliation,” Logan murmured, his fingers drumming on the armrest. “If they’re willing to escalate things to this level with either of us, then the murder in that kitchen-it’s bigger than we thought. Someone’s trying to frame me, make it look like I had a hand in all of this.”

“Who would want to frame you?” I asked, even though I was less concerned with the intricacies of the case and more worried about the immediate threats facing us. “You think it’s more of Harry’s antics?”

Logan’s gaze darkened. “I don’t know. There are lines that I’d like to think even Harry wouldn’t cross, despite our differences. But to endanger innocent lives? My own brother wouldn’t go that far. At least, I hope not.”

A chilling silence stretched between us. My sister’s face flashed before my eyes, her youthful exuberance and carefree spirit. The very idea of her being ensnared in this terrifying web of deceit and danger was gut-wrenching.

“I don’t care about the who or the why anymore, Logan,” I said, desperation seeping into my voice. “I need to get Daisy out of this. She’s just a kid! I have to go home and get her out of this city.”

He stood up quickly, his sudden movement catching me off guard. “Ella, just… just wait. Stay in the city a bit longer. I promise, I’ll keep you safe, both of you.”

The audacity of his claim made me scoff. “How? How can you possibly guarantee that? How can you keep my little sister safe?”

His eyes, usually so commanding and confident, pleaded with me. “I have resources, allies who can help us. You know that. I won’t let anything happen to you or Daisy.”

But my trust wavered. The enormity of the situation pressed down on me, and in that moment, Logan’s promises felt like mere words against a mounting tide of danger.

“Logan, these aren’t just empty threats! They showed me pictures of Daisy, they know where she is, what she does. They’re watching her as we speak!”

“I know, Ella.” Logan’s voice cracked with pain, making my heart clench. “But I won’t stand by and let you face this alone. I’ll fight for you, for Daisy, for all of us.”

The room seemed to constrict, the tension palpable. I could feel Ema pacing restlessly inside of me, urging me to run, to protect, to fight. But my human side, the one that cared deeply and feared even more, held back, torn between Logan’s earnest promises and the very real threats facing us.

The evening shadows grew darker, and the ambient noise from the streets below seemed muffled, distant. We stood there, Logan with his sincere promises and fierce determination, and me, trapped between my responsibility as a sister and the looming threats surrounding us.

And though his words were filled with conviction, in that moment, trust was a luxury felt I couldn’t afford.

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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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