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His Nanny Mate Chapter 335 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 335 Unspoken Words


After cleaning and dressing Logan’s wound, I sat back, studying his face for any sign of discomfort. The room was still, save for the quiet rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Warm light from the garage lamps washed over us from above, casting a soft glow that etched out the angles and curves of his face.

I never thought that I would find a garage comforting, but something about this place made me feel warm and surprisingly safe.

“Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “For everything. You’ve placed yourself in danger time and again for my sake.”

Logan shook his head, his deep blue eyes, though filled with pain, glistening with intensity. “Ella,” he began, voice gravelly, “it’s you who ventured into the lion’s den, not me. I never wanted you caught up in this mess.”

I frowned, the weight of his words sinking in. “Are you saying you regret oür arrangement?”

He looked away for a moment, collecting his thoughts. When he finally spoke, there was a rawness to his words. “If you wish to end our one-year contract, I won’t hold it against you. You’ve seen the dangers, felt them first-hand. If you want to leave, go ahead. But know this,” he leaned in, locking his gaze with mine, “I’ll make sure you’re safe, whether you’re with me or not.

And I won’t let anything or anyone ruin your career.”

His declaration took me aback. Was he offering me an out? The idea of being free from the danger of our arrangement was tempting. But then again, was it only the danger I was bound to?

Inside, there was a tug, a gentle pull from my wolf, Ema. She whispered, stirring emotions I hadn’t allowed myself to fully grasp. There was a yearning, a connection that neither of us could deny. Yet, here was Logan, giving me a choice. A way to get out of this.

My fingers trembled as I considered the weight of the decision before me. I remembered the touch of his hands, the intensity of his gaze, and the way he always seemed to put my safety above all else. It wasn’t just about a contract. It was about trust, and perhaps something more.

I took a deep breath. “Logan,” I began, my voice steadier than I felt, “I entered into this arrangement fully aware. Yes, there’s danger, but I can’t back out. I made a contract with you, and I’ll be damned if I don’t stick to it.”

A look of bemusement crossed Logan’s face, followed by what almost looked like a hint of relief. His lips curled into a wry smile. “Ever the professional, aren’t you?”

Feeling a bit bolder, I nudged him playfully. “Well, one of us has to be.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Is that why you were in my garage when I got back? Planning on stealing one of my cars?”

I blushed, quickly looking away. “No.”

Logan chucked again and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before I had the chance to pull away. “It’s alright. I would’ve done the same if I were in your position.”

“Would you have?”

He nodded, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Yup.”

In the vast silence of the night, I lay sprawled on the lavish bed, the foreignness of my surroundings preventing sleep.

The room, though opulently furnished, felt strangely stifling, as if the walls whispered secrets of forgotten tales. I had never been one to easily sleep in a new place, ever since I was a kid. And especially tonight, after everything, restlessness tugged at my core and urged me out of the embrace of the silk sheets.

I wandered through the echoing halls of the mansion, the glow from the moonlight spilling through ornate windows guiding my path. My steps were soft against the cool marble floor, but the mansion seemed to absorb every sound, rendering my journey a silent one. Drawn to a faint glow emanating from a doorway, I edged closer.

Through the gap, I caught sight of Logan, settled deep into a leather armchair, a glass of amber liquid cradled in his hand. The room was bathed in the soft light of a solitary table lamp, casting warm shadows that danced gently on the walls. The scent of aged wood and whiskey hung in the air, mingling with Logan’s distinct musky aroma, a heady blend that set my senses alight.

Curiosity compelled me to push the door open wider. He glanced up, eyes widening in surprise, as I stepped inside. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

“Not in that unfamiliar room,” I admitted, my gaze lingering on his glass. “No offense.”

He shrugged. “None taken.””

I paused, then eyed the glass of inviting amber liquid in his glass. “Mind pouring me some of that?”

He chuckled, a sound that rumbled deep in his chest. “Of course.” Filling another glass with whiskey, he handed it to me, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. “Not your usual drink, I presume?”

I took a tentative sip, letting the warmth of the whiskey coat my throat. “Not usually, no. But tonight seems like a night for exceptions.”

There was a brief pause, one laden with unspoken questions and emotions. The silence, however, was shattered when I finally asked, “How can you be so sure my sister is safe?”

Logan exhaled, his gaze locked onto the rippling contents of his glass. “I’ve sent word to some of my trusted men in your city. They’ll watch over Daisy.”

I frowned, taking another sip of the whiskey, its warmth spreading through me. “Why would they do this? Threaten Daisy?”

Logan leaned back in his chair, shadows playing across his features. “This… this was more of a warning for you than a direct threat to Daisy. My guess is that they want you gone, out of the picture. They probably hoped the threat would push you away, ruin whatever this is between us.”

My heart thudded in my chest. “And you suspect it’s your brother behind this?”

Logan’s jaw tightened, and he gave a curt nod. “Yes. It’s his style-underhanded, sneaky. He’d do anything just to bring me down a peg or two He’s always been this way. Although like I said earlier, even I’m a little surprised that he would take it this far.”

The weight of his words settled heavily between us. I moved toward the window, staring out at the sprawling grounds bathed in moonlight, the scenery mesmerizing. “Your home, it’s beautiful,” I murmured. “The view especially.”

“Yes,” Logan responded, his voice a low drawl, “the view is quite…captivating.”

But when I turned to face him, his gaze wasn’t on the landscape outside; instead, it rested squarely on me. A blush crept onto my cheeks, the intensity of his eyes leaving me breathless.

I finished my whiskey in one gulp, the liquid fire bolstering my courage. “I should get some sleep.” The unsaid words hung in the air-words filled with longing, confusion, and a hint of regret. Ema stirred within, a playful smirk in her voice. “Or maybe not just yet?”

Suppressing a groan, I shot back, “Now’s not the time, Ema.”

Logan rose from his seat, an unreadable expression in his eyes. “Goodnight, Ella.”

“Goodnight,” I replied softly, retreating from the room, my heartbeats echoing the rhythm of unsaid desires.

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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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