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His Nanny Mate Chapter 334 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 334 Steal Away


I lingered in the opulent sitting room, Mrs. Wentworth’s words still fresh in my mind. The soft glow of the chandeliers painted the room in a warm amber hue, casting shadows over the lavish sofas and intricate tapestries that adorned the walls.

I couldn’t shake off the growing unease bubbling within me. Logan had been gone for hours, and every tick of the ornate grandfather clock heightened my anxiety. It was well past midnight by now, I had thought that he would have returned by now. What did he even mean by what he had said? Was he planning on confronting the men who kidnapped me tonight with so little preparation?

Chewing on my bottom lip, my gaze shifted to the large French windows that looked out onto the estate’s driveway. I half-expected to see Logan’s car approaching, but the gravel path remained empty.

The sitting room, with its high-vaulted ceilings and marble columns, was filled with the soft hum of the grand clock, its pendulum swinging methodically. As I sank into one of the plush sofas, staring absently at the intricate patterns of the Persian rug beneath my feet, a nagging unease gripped me.

“Something’s not right,” Ema said suddenly, pulling me out of my reverie.

I closed my eyes, trying to locate the source of my unrest. The emotion felt distant, as though it wasn’t wholly mine. Logan, I realized with a jolt. The fated mate bond we shared allowed me to feel his emotions, especially when they were particularly intense. And right now, I felt his distress.

“Ema,” I whispered internally, “do you feel it too?”

“Yes,” Ema responded, her voice tinged with concern. It felt like a cloud of unease, growing by the moment. I had heard tales of how it felt when someone’s fated mate was in distress, but I had thought that I was immune to it since I rejected him. Apparently I wasn’t.

My fingers drummed on the armrest, my patience waning. “Should I check on him?”

Ema hesitated, then replied, “Maybe you should. It’s been hours now. He could be in trouble.”

Grabbing my phone from the coffee table, I dialed Logan’s number, my heart pounding with every ring. Once, twice, three times… but no answer. The voicemail greeting clicked on, leaving me more worried than before.

“What do I do, Ema?” My voice trembled as I spoke aloud, the weight of the silence in the room pressing on me.

“You could wait,” Ema mused, her tone contemplative. “Or… you could go look for him.”

I shook my head. “I don’t have a car here.” And yet, the memory of the grand garage flashed before my eyes.

Logan’s vast car collection!

With newfound determination, I made my way to the garage, the door creaking as it opened to reveal an expansive chamber. The scent that hit me was a mix of polished leather, fresh wax, and the metallic tinge of oil. The overhead lights cast a soft glow over a vast array of vehicles-from classic antiques to sleek sports cars.

The garage was a testament to Logan’s passion. Every car had been meticulously cared for, their exteriors gleaming, their leather seats conditioned to perfection. As I walked through the aisles, my fingers brushed against the cool, smooth hoods, each car telling a silent story of the places it had been, the roads it had traveled.

A cherry-red vintage convertible caught my eye, its allure undeniable. It seemed powerful yet elegant, much like Logan himself. I remembered this car from before, when Logan took me on a joyride. He had said it was his first car. Feeling an inexplicable connection to it, I approached it, the keys dangling invitingly in the ignition.

However, just as I was about to give in to my impulsive decision, the unmistakable sound of a car’s tires screeching to a halt echoed through the garage. Whirling around, I watched in horror as Logan stumbled out of his car, blood staining his otherwise pristine white shirt.

“Logan!” I cried, rushing to him. My fingers lightly touched the red splotch on his shoulder, feeling the wetness of fresh blood. “God, what happened?”

Logan, trying to catch his breath, gave me a weak smile. “I had a bit of a… situation.”

My hands trembled as I gripped his arms. “A situation? Logan, you’re bleeding!”

He winced as he straightened up. Pulling out a delicate handkerchief with the embroidered initials ‘D.L.’ from his pocket, he said, “Was inspecting an empty house when I found this.” His eyes met mine, the gravity of the situation clear in them. “Then I heard someone whistling.”

“Whistling?” I echoed, trying to make sense of his words.

“Yes. A children’s nursery rhyme, if you’d believe it, but it was eerily out of place.” He paused, inhaling deeply. “And then, out of nowhere, men in masks barged in.”

I gasped. “What did he want?”

Logan looked away, his jaw tightening. “I’m not entirely sure. There was a shootout. My men and I, we managed to get away. But not before one of their bullets grazed my shoulder.”

In a flurry, I ushered him towards a plush armchair, forcing him to sit. Ripping open his shirt, I grimaced at the sight of the shallow wound. The bullet had just brushed his skin, leaving a nasty, bloody trail.

“I told you, it’s just a graze. I’ll be fine,” Logan tried to reassure me, but his words fell on deaf ears.

“Hold still,” I murmured, my voice quivering. Racing to the nearby cabinet, I recalled seeing a first aid kit there earlier. Grabbing it, I returned to Logan’s side, quickly cleaning the wound with an antiseptic wipe. He winced and pulled away, but with a stern look from me, he held still.

“You don’t need to do this,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on my face. I looked up, meeting his intense blue eyes. “Of course I do. You’re hurt.”

He chuckled softly, the sound laced with pain. “Always so stubborn.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “You love that about me.”

He smirked, a hint of his usual confidence returning. “Among other things.”

I shook my head, trying to remain focused on dressing his wound. The silence between us grew heavy, charged with unsaid words and shared memories. Once the wound was cleaned and bandaged, I sighed in relief. “There, all done.”

Logan reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “Thank you, Ella.”

“Always,” I whispered, holding his gaze. A beat of silence passed before I hesitated, then asked, “Who were they, Logan? Those men?”

He exhaled deeply, a shadow crossing his handsome features. “From what I could gather, they seemed like mercenaries. Hired guns.”

“Hired by who?”

He hesitated for a moment, looking conflicted. “I suspect they might’ve been sent by my brother.”

I felt my heart drop. “Your brother? You think he was the one who sent those men after me, too?”

Logan shook his head. “Not sure. Not yet, at least. But it’s likely; very likely.”

A chill ran down my spine. “But why would your own brother…”

He looked away, anguish evident in his eyes. “He’s always been like this. I guess I just never thought that he would go so far as to hire men to threaten you like that. And after tonight… I’m beginning to think that it’s a lot bigger than I thought it was.”

I gripped Logan’s hand, trying to offer some semblance of comfort. “I’m so sorry, Logan. Maybe you should talk to your father.”

“You know I can’t do that. He won’t do anything.” He gave me a half-smile, squeezing my hand in return. “What matters is that you and your sister are safe. That’s my priority.”

The weight of his words settled around me. Despite his own pain, his own troubles, Logan was still thinking about my safety and that of my sister. It was both humbling and heart- wrenching.

“Thank you,” I murmured, blinking away tears.

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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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