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His Nanny Mate Chapter 336 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 336 The Courier


The morning light streaming through the delicate lace curtains roused me from a surprisingly restful sleep.

As my senses fully awoke, I became acutely aware of the unfamiliar surroundings once more. Stretching languidly, my fingertips brushed the lavish silk sheets enveloping me, a sharp contrast to the mundane beddings I was used to. For some reason, my thoughts instantly sought Logan.

Dragging myself out of the decadence of the bed, I wrapped a robe around my form and cautiously made my way downstairs.

The scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon tantalizingly teased my senses as I entered the dining room. A sumptuous breakfast was spread out before me on the long table, yet Logan’s seat was conspicuously empty.

Puzzled, I glanced around. “Logan?” I called out tentatively, half-expecting him to appear from around a corner. Instead, a stately middle-aged woman, her hair neatly pulled into a bun, appeared through the swinging kitchen door. Mrs. Wentworth.

“Ah, Miss Ella,” she greeted warmly. “Mr. Logan had to step out for some urgent business, but he instructed us to make sure you had a hearty breakfast.”

A tinge of worry prickled my heart. “Is he alright? Did something happen?”

The housekeeper, with an amused twinkle in her eyes, reassured me. “It’s nothing dangerous, dear. Just routine matters. He’s always running off at odd hours.”

My pride prickled. “I wasn’t worried,” I retorted, attempting to sound nonchalant. “I was just… curious, that’s all.”

The housekeeper’s eyebrows shot up in playful disbelief, and her lips twitched in an amused smirk. “Of course, dear. It’s merely curiosity.”

Huffing in mock exasperation, I took a seat and started on the meal that was waiting for me. It was every bit as delicious as it looked, and reminded me of being at home, when our housekeeper Selina would make hearty breakfasts for us. The array of food ranged from soft scrambled eggs and crispy bacon to fresh fruits and aromatic pastries. Each bite was a delightful play of flavors, and I took my time savoring the meal.

Finishing the last morsel on my plate, I leaned back in the chair, thoroughly satisfied. “Please extend my compliments to the chef. It was an amazing breakfast.”

The housekeeper gave a nod, her earlier teasing demeanor replaced with a more formal air. “I will. Mr. Logan has ensured you’ll be taken home safely. One of our drivers will escort you.”

“Thank you,” I replied, a smile playing on my lips. My heart still echoed with traces of last night’s events, and a small part of me, probably Ema, wished that Logan was here.

The sensation of weightlessness enveloped me as I fell into the realm of sleep, my first night back in the comfort of my own bed. A bed that didn’t boast silk sheets or antique headboards, but it was mine. Exhausted, my body eagerly welcomed the respite.

But what I had thought would be a peaceful slumber turned into a twisted dance of horrifying scenes.

In my nightmare, I found myself back in that accursed subway car, its metal walls closing in as the masked men reached for me. Panic surged through my veins, and I felt myself paralyzed, unable to scream or fight back. Just as their cold, ungloved hands were about to touch my skin, the scenario shifted abruptly.

Now I was in another setting, equally horrifying but for different reasons. Before me stood Daisy, my innocent little sister, her eyes wide with terror. And standing menacingly over her was Harry, Logan’s dangerous, unpredictable brother.

In a flash, a wicked grin stretched across his face before he lunged at her. A scream tore through the air, one that didn’t belong to Daisy or me, but was a guttural mix of both.

I woke with a start, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as a cold sweat clung to me. My heart pounded wildly against my ribcage as if trying to free itself from the horrors of my mind. A shrill scream still lingered on my lips, dying away as reality settled in.

I was in my room, in my bed. It was just a dream. A terrible, horrendous dream. Almost instinctively, my hand reached for my phone on the bedside table. I unlocked it, my thumb hovering over Logan’s contact, ready to hit send. But I hesitated. What was I doing?

My inner wolf snarled softly, irritated. “Why are you hesitating? He would want to know. You should call him.”

“No.” I put my phone back down, my hand retracting as if the device had scalded me.

This wasn’t healthy. Depending on Logan for emotional support for nightmares? Where would the line be drawn? Was I really prepared to tie my emotional well-being to a man I barely knew? No matter how intoxicating his presence was, or how much my wolf craved the bond with him, it didn’t justify this overwhelming urge to rely on him.

The wolf within me growled in displeasure. “You’re pushing him away too much, Ella. We’re not alone anymore, and you have to get used to that.”

“I said no,” I retorted out loud, trying to silence my wolf’s disapproving murmurs. “It was just a nightmare, and nightmares pass. We’ve handled far worse, haven’t we?”

“He wants to help. Why won’t you let him?”

“Because I’m not a damsel in distress,” I shot back, forcing my inner wolf into submission. “I can take care of myself, and I don’t need to run to Logan every time something goes awry in my head.”

My wolf simmered down, a reluctant acquiescence that felt more like a sulking child than an adult agreement. She wasn’t thrilled, but she wasn’t challenging me anymore either. I lay back down, my eyes staring at the ceiling, still reeling from the residual fear of my nightmares.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I closed my eyes again, the darkness embracing me like an old friend with whom I had a complicated relationship.

As I drifted back to sleep, I made a conscious choice to set aside my troubling dreams and my wolf’s annoying nudges. Right now, all I wanted was the simple bliss of uninterrupted rest, without the intricate webs of emotions that came with the idea of Logan.

But even as I willed myself to sleep, a quiet voice in the back of my mind couldn’t help but wonder-would calling him have really been so bad?

A few days had passed since that unexpected night at Logan’s mansion. The routine of work once again consumed my life. Though the lines between professional and personal had blurred considerably where Logan was concerned, I was determined to maintain a semblance of normalcy.

At work, while engrossed in my tasks, a sharp knock sounded on my office door. Without waiting for my response, a tall, impeccably dressed courier entered, a sealed envelope in one hand and a box in the other.

“Miss Ella?” he inquired politely.

I nodded. “That’s me. How can I help you?”

“These are for you,” he said, placing the items on my desk with a flourish.

Confused, I took the envelope and tore it open, finding Logan’s familiar handwriting inside.


An unexpected luncheon has come up, one I cannot avoid. I’d like you there by my side. Dress nicely. I’ll be picking you up soon.

– Logan

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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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