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His Nanny Mate Chapter 358 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 358 Afraid of Dogs


I had to resist the urge to laugh as Logan’s face drained of color.

“Dogs,” he had said. The irony was not lost on me. Dogs? This man, who could shift into a wolf, was scared of dogs?

He shot me a sideways glance, as if he was sensing the disbelief radiating from my body. “I know what you’re thinking, Ella. But please don’t say it.”

“Say what?” I asked, pushing down the desire to smirk. It was mean of me, I knew that, but it was just so… unexpected.

Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose exasperatedly. “I know. How I can be a werewolf and still be terrified of dogs. But it’s different, okay?”

I cocked my head, genuinely intrigued. “Different how?”

Logan was silent for a few moments, clearly debating whether or not to say anything before he finally let out a deep breath and met my eyes. “It’s the little ones that I’m especially afraid of.”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. A laugh burst out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop it, immediately causing Logan’s face to flush a bright red. But I couldn’t help myself anymore; this man, well over six feet tall, an Alpha, and the son of a mafia boss, was afraid of small dogs?

“Go ahead and laugh,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s funny to you, but not to me.”

I swallowed and wiped the tears from my eyes, trying my best to compose myself for Logan’s sake. “I’m sorry,” I finally said. “But little dogs? How little are we talking? Like… chihuahuas?”

His frown deepened, but he couldn’t mask the embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “Yes, like chihuahuas. I know how it sounds, but I have a good reason. I was attacked by one as a kid.”

By now, I was bordering on hysteria, but I managed to hide it well and mask it with concern. “You were attacked by a chihuahua?”

“I know how it sounds, Ella.” He sighed, his blue eyes flicking away, avoiding mine.

Feeling guilty, I took a deep breath, trying to smother the giggles that were still threatening to escape. “I’m sorry,” I finally said. “I know I shouldn’t laugh. I’m sure it was traumatic.”

Logan’s eyes met mine. For a moment, there was something other than annoyance in his gaze. Vulnerability, maybe? Was the mobster’s tough guy persona melting away, even just a little?

“What was it like, if you don’t mind me asking?” I found myself saying, as though the half-glass of wine was filling me with a sense of newfound courage.

Logan paused for a few moments, then sighed. “It actually tore up my face pretty good. I was playing out in the backyard and I guess it got off the leash. Came at me like a wild animal. Blood everywhere, and I had to get stitches. Look at this.”

When he finished speaking, he pointed toward a scar above his eye. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he had pointed it out, it was clear as day. A small, jagged line crossing through his eyebrow, causing the hair there to split.

“I’m telling you, those things are vicious,” Logan said, shuddering slightly. “I don’t mind big dogs quite so much. They’re closer to wolves, you know? But little dogs? Ugh…”

Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers had reached up to touch the small scar just above his eyebrow. It was subtle, but the rough texture was distinct under my fingertip. For a moment, our eyes locked, and I realized the intimate space that had enveloped us both.

The partition was up. The cabin was hushed. The gap between us was mere inches.

“The wine hit you or something?” His voice was a low murmur, tinged with something husky and inviting, but it snapped me back to reality.

Feeling a surge of heat climb my neck and rush to my cheeks, I pulled my hand away before I could embarrass myself further. “Of course not,” I lied, fumbling with the hem of my shirt.

“Your cheeks are a bit rosy, you know.” Logan smirked, catching my gaze for a fleeting moment. “The wine must have hit you. I didn’t know you were such a lightweight.”

“It hasn’t,” I retorted, feeling my face heat up even more. The wine was suddenly this awkward third party in our conversation. But the flush I felt was not from the wine; it was from the attention Logan was giving me, the way he looked at me.

“It’s okay, you know,” he said softly, his fingers lightly touching the back of my hand. “You can relax next to me.”

Something inside me stirred-my wolf- whispering that I should get closer to him. The pull toward Logan was almost magnetic in nature.

But I resisted, drawing my hand away, choosing to take another sip of wine instead.

We sat in a thick silence for a while, both of us seemingly lost in our thoughts. Then Logan broke the silence. “So, now that I’ve embarrassingly spilled my greatest fear, what’s yours? Is it flying, or something else?”

For a moment, I considered confirming his suspicion, just because it was easier. But as I looked into his eyes, something told me to be honest.

“No, actually,” I said slowly. “It’s not flying. My greatest fear is something happening to my family, especially my little sister Daisy.”

I paused, taking a shaky breath as the words left my mouth. Logan was silent, clearly intrigued.

“When I was a kid,” I continued, “my stepmother Moana was almost killed by my grandfather- on my dad’s side. He wanted to kill her because she’s the Golden Wolf. He saw her existence as a threat to his manipulative ways. Knowing that my family could be harmed because of what they stand for…that’s my biggest fear.”

Logan looked at me, his eyes softer, more understanding. “That sounds like it must have been really rough,” he said, genuine concern washing over his face. “Do you ever feel overshadowed by living in the Golden Wolf’s shadow? Or your father’s, since he’s a high- profile CEO?”

I felt a sudden surge of defensiveness, but it quickly faded away. I had never thought of it in those terms. “No, I don’t feel overshadowed. I love my parents. They’re the reason I am who I am today.”

As I said this, my hand instinctively went to my stuffed duck, clutching it tightly. I looked down at it, feeling a warmth spread through me. Suddenly, I felt as though I was eight years old again. I could still picture my stepmother on that day.

When I looked up, Logan was smiling softly at me, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made my insides twist. There it was again-that pull. But I looked away quickly, unable to maintain eye contact any longer.

Logan sensed the shift. His eyes left mine, and he silently returned to his reading. My heart was pounding in my chest, like a drum echoing the palpable tension between us.

And then, amidst the silence, with the warmth of the wine finally settling in, my eyelids grew heavy. I found my head tilting sideways, ever so gradually, until it found a resting place on Logan’s shoulder.

Finally, I let myself go, lulled into a vulnerable but comforting sleep, both avoiding and surrendering to the pull that I had felt ever since we boarded the plane.

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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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