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His Nanny Mate Chapter 349 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 349 Den of Thieves


The crisp air bit at my cheeks as I walked the familiar route to work on Monday morning. The city, with its towering buildings and crowded streets, was awake and buzzing with the day’s promise.

I felt well-rested after my exciting weekend, and ready to tackle whatever else came my way. Even though memories of what had transpired at the wedding shower and what-ifs about the potential meeting with my parents whirled around my head, I felt at least clear-headed enough to get started on figuring it all out.

However, the moment of tranquility was disrupted by a sudden commotion-yelling, to be precise.

“My purse! Stop! My purse!”

Without a second thought, my feet veered off the path, following the source of the distressed cries. It was an old woman, clutching her bag while a Rogue tried to wrestle it away from her frail hands..

“Shut up, old hag!” the Rogue snarled, his fists clenched as he advanced on her. “Give me your purse. Now!”

The old woman shook and whimpered, her shaking hand beginning to hold her purse out. But I wasn’t about to stand by and just watch this happen. Feeling a growl rumble in the back of my throat, I called out.


The Rogue’s eyebrows raised as he turned to face me. “You want somethin’, sweetheart? Mind your own goddamn business.”

“Oh, I’ll mind my business,” I snarled, taking a few more steps toward the Rogue. “Once I’m done with you.”

The Rogue just chuckled. “What, a little girl like you? I’d crush you in an instant. Get out of here, short stuff.”

“Dear, don’t endanger yourself for an old woman like me-” the old woman began, but the Rogue cut her off, whipping the silver blade of a knife out of his pocket and pointing it at her.

“Shut up, bitch!” he snarled.

That was when I had enough. Instinct kicked in.

“Get him,” Ema growled. “I want to feel his bones crunch in my jaws.”

For the first time in a long time, I let my wolf take over. My body surged, Ema’s powers fuelling my limbs with strength and agility, and in a blink, I was by the old woman’s side. My claws extended, my ears growing to points as my canine teeth began to extend.

“Back off,” I growled, clenching my hands into fists. “Before I make you.”

The Rogue, however, wasn’t perturbed. He chuckled again, revealing two missing bottom teeth. His sinewy neck, tanned and leathered from days spent in the sun, was covered in faded tattoos. “Oh, really, princess?” he snarled. “Wanna bet?”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

In an instant, we were on each other. But while the Rogue’s movements were erratic and out of balance, I found my feet firmly planted in a fighting stance, my fists raised, my body easily maneuvering around the Rogue’s punches.

He tried to lunge for me, but I whirled around him and hit him with a swift elbow jab to the spot between his shoulder blades. He groaned, whirling around to face me, and made another move for me. This time, moving on muscle memory alone, I looped my arms around his neck and under his armpit, brought my leg around behind him, and sent him to the ground with a single kick to the backs of his knees- just one of many moves that I had learned throughout years of extensive Alpha training.

“Shit!” the Rogue grumbled, scrambling to his feet. “You’re an Alpha!”

“Yeah, I am,” I snarled. “Leave. Now.” My voice was stern, a final warning resonating in the air. Without another word the Rogue slipped away, disappearing into the labyrinth of the city before I could give him another good beating.

I turned to the older woman, concern lacing my words above all else. “Are you okay, ma’am?”

Her face, creased with the tales of many years, softened in relief. “Oh, dear, thank you. You’re a blessing, truly’

Guiding her to a nearby bench, I returned the purse, the worry in my heart easing at her gentle smile. Before I could leave, her hand grabbed mine and gave it a squeeze. I felt the familiar sensation of a bit of money being pressed into my palm, which I handed back.

“You really don’t need to-”

“Nonsense,” the old woman said, waving me off. “It’s the least I can do for such a kind soul like you.”

I glanced down at the five dollar bill in my hand. It was unnecessary, but a nice gesture nonetheless. “Thanks,” I said with a soft smile.

“This city,” she sighed, “it used to be such a wonderful place. It was peaceful, friendly. But it has changed so much, and so quickly, too. It’s sad to see it succumb to such darkness.”

I could hear the sadness in her voice, a melody of a time when laughter and kindness filled the streets. It struck a chord within me, a realization that this city was losing its essence to the shadows. Even since I had moved here, I had noticed the changes. It was rapidly going downhill thanks to a lack of people who really cared.

“We need more people like you, dear,” she said, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “People who are willing to stand up against the wrong.”

Her words warmed my heart, but they also drove a nail into my resolve about my parents. I couldn’t expose them to this reality, to the shadows lurking around every corner. They would worry, they would insist I come home, and seeing the decay of this place, they might even force me to leave. I couldn’t risk that, not when so much was at stake.

After ensuring the lady was safe, I continued my walk to work. Glancing down at the five dollar bill in my hands, I couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“Well, I suppose this is meant to be spent on something warm,” I murmured to myself, the scent of coffee wafting toward me from a nearby coffee shop.

Approaching the counter, I found myself ordering a hot coffee and a fresh pain au chocolat, something that I often craved on Monday mornings.

“You know, you’ve got a little…” The barista’s voice was lowered, her eyes focused on a small stain on my shirt. It was then that I realized that there was a tiny trace of blood from the skirmish on my collar.

“Oh, thanks,” I said, grabbing a nearby napkin to dab at the stain. “It’s… lipstick.”

The barista pursed her lips, but said nothing. I carefully dabbed at the stain until it mostly disappeared, but didn’t think much about its traces-a reminder about why I was in this city, why I worked so hard to fight the darkness that was encroaching around it. Sure, I was just one person, but it was a start.

Without another word, the barista handed me my coffee and pastry. A glance at the clock told me that I had wasted enough time this morning, and so I decided to eat on my way to work.

On my way out the door, however, I collided with a familiar figure. Strong arms, solid chest, and a scent I could recognize anywhere. My heart raced, my senses tingling as I looked up.

“Logan?” My voice was a mix of surprise and confusion. “What are you doing here?”

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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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