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His Nanny Mate Chapter 332 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 332 The Whistler


The air in the room was thick with tension as I strode in, my gaze fixated on the man I had trusted the most-James, my chief bodyguard and the one person who I put in charge of keeping an eye on Ella all those weeks ago when I found out about the men who harassed her in the park.

There were moments in life where words weren’t required to convey the depth of one’s anger, and this was one of those moments. My face, I knew, was an open book of seething fury.

“James.” My voice was colder than the north wind in winter. “I trusted you with one thing. ONE thing. To keep an eye on her. How could you let this happen?”

James, despite his tall frame and muscular build, appeared smaller under my gaze. “I’m sorry, Logan,” he muttered, genuine remorse evident in his tone. “They moved faster than we anticipated. I managed to trail them a bit though.”

I clenched my fists, taking a deep breath to prevent myself from completely losing it. Ella’s safety had become more than just a duty; it was personal. “And?” I pressed, my voice dripping with impatience,

“I got a license plate number,” he announced, pulling out a scrap of paper from his pocket and extending it toward me.

I snatched it from his hand, scanning the scribbled digits and letters. This was good, very good. Even a single piece of concrete information could be the key to unlocking this puzzle.

“This is valuable, James,” I conceded with a nod. “I hope you understand the gravity of the situation.”

“I do,” he said, eyes downcast. “And I’m ready to make amends.”

I turned away from him, addressing the group of men assembled around. “Gather up. We’ve got a lead. Let’s not waste time.”

After a quick search using my connections, the license plate was traced to an owner in the city -a certain Daniel Lawson, a name I hadn’t heard of. But names meant little in the city’s underbelly; aliases and pseudonyms were more common than true identities. Before I could leave, though, Mrs. Wentworth’s voice caught my attention.

“Logan. Here. Now.”

Like an obedient child, I swung around to see the old housekeeper striding toward me. She had been working for me for so long that she was like a mother to me. I never ignored her, especially not when she sounded so stern.

She approached me, looking me over as if inspecting a child who had come home after playing in the mud. “You’re going out again, aren’t you? With those men of yours?”

I nodded. “There’s something I need to take care of.”

She tsked, fussing over me like a mother hen. “You always have something to take care of, Logan. I worry about you.”

I chuckled, bending down to give her a light peck on her cheek. “I’ll be fine, Mrs. Wentworth. I always am.”

She took a step back, her gaze piercing. “That young lady-Ella-she’s quite the beauty, isn’t she?”

Caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic, I replied, “Yes, she is.” I was about to add more when she continued.

“She cares for you deeply, Logan. More than you realize, or perhaps more than you want to admit.”

I raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement creeping into my voice. “Mrs. Wentworth, I think you’ve been reading too many of those romance novels again.”

She huffed, her expression stern. “I may be old, Logan, but I’m not blind. I’ve seen the way she looks at you. The longing, the worry, the love. It’s there, clear as day.”

I laughed, feeling a bit awkward. “Ella doesn’t like me in that way. We’re business partners, nothing more.”

Before I knew what was happening, Mrs. Wentworth’s hand shot up, giving me a sharp smack upside the head.

“Ouch!” I exclaimed, rubbing the spot. “What was that for?”

She glared at me. “For being dense. I was a young girl once, and I remember how it felt to be in love. When Ella looks at you, I see that same emotion in her eyes. Maybe she hasn’t admitted it to you or even herself, but it’s there.”

I stood there, a bit shell-shocked, trying to process her words. Could she be right? My mind was swirling with memories of Ella and our interactions. Had I really missed something so evident? I thought that Ella hated my guts because of what I was. When I had kissed her earlier, she had pushed me away and looked at me as though she had been burned.

Seeing my bewildered expression, Mrs. Wentworth’s demeanor softened. “Promise me you’ll be careful, Logan. Not just for your sake, but for Ella’s too.”

The weight of her words settled in my chest. “I promise,” I murmured, my voice low.

Deep within, my wolf stirred, a sense of satisfaction humming through our bond. The idea that Ella could harbor deeper feelings for me ignited a spark of hope and elation.

Mrs. Wentworth patted my cheek gently.

“That’s a good lad. Now, off you go and do what you need to do. And remember, sometimes the answers we seek are right in front of us.”

Surrounded by my team, we navigated the city’s twisted alleys and streets, finally arriving at a worn-out, gray building, its facade appearing as shady as the information that led us to it.

The door was unlocked, which was odd in itself. It creaked loudly as we entered, every sound echoing ominously in the dimly lit space.

“Stay sharp,” I whispered to the men, holding up a hand to signal them to spread out.

The room looked as though its occupant had vanished in haste. Chairs were overturned, papers scattered everywhere, and a cold gust of wind blew from an open window, fluttering the curtains.

“This place is empty,” muttered Alex, one of my trusted men. Cursing under my breath, I began searching the room, desperate for a clue. Anything to point us in the right direction.

“Sir,” called out Michael, another member of my crew, from the far end of the room. He held out a small, white piece of fabric. A handkerchief. I walked over, taking it from him. There was something embroidered on it: the initials ‘D.L.’

“D.L.? Who could that be?” Michael mused, glancing around. “Surely not the same Daniel Lawson we’re looking for?”

It seemed too obvious, too simple. “It could be a ploy to lead us astray,” I said, my mind racing. “Or it could be legitimate. Right now, everything is a piece of the puzzle.”

As the men continued to comb through the premises, a soft, eerie whistling sound reached my ears. It seemed to come from the shadows, drifting closer, playing the tune of an old nursery rhyme: ‘Ring around the rosies’.

My men froze.

Instinctively, I reached for my gun, its cold metal reassuring against my skin.

“Who’s there?” I barked, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. The whistling grew louder, echoing through the abandoned building, sending shivers down my spine.

The room was awash in silence except for the unnerving tune, each note clearer than the last. It felt like a game-a deadly game of cat and mouse, with the roles yet undetermined.

Gripping my weapon tighter, I braced myself for what lay ahead, the melody an eerie reminder of how swiftly the hunter could become the hunted.

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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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