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His Nanny Mate Chapter 362 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 362 Ideals


The cool evening air was a welcome relief from the almost stuffy warmth of the opulent hotel. I hated to admit it, but I was glad that we decided to go out after all. My wolf purred happily in the back of my mind, her obsession with our fated mate having grown over the recent weeks and only made worse by our flight together.

But I was happy too, although I would never have admitted to that. I liked having Logan by my side, even just as a friend to confide in. And being home was a comfort in and of itself, to be able to walk freely in my home city without the thought of being harassed or pickpocketed. For the first time in a while, I felt as though I could breathe properly.

Fall leaves swirled around our feet as we walked down a cozy street lined with shops made of brick facades. Here, in my home city, it seemed as though there was a shop for everything: a hair salon, a jewelry store, an antique shop, a French cafe. And that was just to name a few; we were only walking along a tiny strip of this huge city.

The sidewalk was neatly paved, with flower planters dripping with fresh water and the occasional cat blinking lazily from apartment windows. The sounds of happy families and new couples filled the air, the sound of laughter, soft music, and conversation melting together into a sweet symphony of pleasant noises.

Here, on this street, no cars were allowed, which created a peaceful and quiet atmosphere free from the sounds of blaring horns and loud music blasting from speakers.

It was so unlike the city where I had decided to make my home over the past couple of years, where trash and Rogues lined the streets like permanent fixtures. And ever since Moana and my father had begun the trend of humanitarianism here, that gap had only widened even more.

“Man. This place is like a postcard or something out of a movie,” Logan said, his eyes scanning the picture-perfect scene that laid before us as we strolled along. “Everything is so clean, and not a Rogue in sight. It’s nice not having to worry about being pickpocketed.”

I smiled at his observation, my heart swelling with pride for my hometown. “I know,” I said. “It’s nice. Wasn’t always like this, though.”

As we walked, Logan cocked his head to the side. “Really?”

I nodded. “I mean, it was always nice. But there was also a stark divide between the three main classes: werewolves, humans, and Rogues. Not to mention the inner workings of werewolves, too.”

Logan listened for a moment. “So it’s gotten better here recently?”

“Thanks to humanitarian efforts, yes,” I said, blushing a bit. “The Golden Wolf, you know. And it helps to have a billionaire as her advocate. It started a trend of philanthropy in this city. The Rogue district was cleaned up, and a lot of the Rogues were actually reintegrated into society thanks to community programs. The local government started cracking down on employers who treated human workers unfairly, too.”

“That’s great,” Logan said, sounding genuinely appreciative of the efforts. “I can’t wait to meet Moana. She sounds like a wonderful woman.”

“She is. And I hope the trend continues, spreads out to more cities.” I paused. Just then, the entrance to a park I used to frequent as a kid caught my eye. Wanting to take a trip down memory lane, I decided to lead Logan through the park.

The air was different here, cooler and filled with the scent of rich, damp soil and leaves. Thick oak trees and towering pines formed a kind of green kingdom, their branches interlocking high above us. The sun was setting, and its golden rays filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the gravel path we were walking along.

“I used to come to this park a lot as a kid, actually,” I said, taking in the serenity of a nearby duck pond. “And ever since I moved to our city, I’ve always kept this place in mind as a goal in my efforts to make the city a better place. To make it a place where people would actually want to live, you know?”

He shot me a sideways glance as a wry smile tugged at his lips. “That’s a lovely dream, Ella, but isn’t it a bit idealistic? Our city has a long way to go.”

I shrugged, watching as a squirrel darted up a nearby tree. “I’ve always been of the belief that if you really set your mind to something, you can achieve it no matter what the obstacles are.”

Logan chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that somehow fit perfectly with the hushed ambiance of the park. “No offense, but that was spoken like a true cliche rich girl with doting


My cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson at Logan’s observation. I couldn’t deny the privilege of my upbringing, but his comment hit a nerve.

“Maybe I am all those things,” I said after a beat of hesitation, “but I believe in hard work. If enough people put in the effort, we can always change things for the better. Even in our city.”

Logan cocked his head, taking me in with a seriousness in his blue eyes that seemed at odds with his typically casual demeanor. “Hard work and the right connections,” he said, pointing to himself. “I happen to have a fair bit of sway in our city, you know. With enough money and influence, making positive changes could be as easy as snapping my fingers.”

Curious, I turned to face him fully. The setting sun caught his eyes, turning them into a color that was not all that much unlike the color of the sky on a sunny day. “If that’s true, then why haven’t you done something already? What’s stopping you?”

His gaze shifted away from mine, settling on a fallen leaf that had been caught in a low- hanging branch. “Because it’s… complicated, I guess,” he sighed, his voice tinged with a rare hint of vulnerability. “The mafia-my dad- controls more than anyone cares to admit. Especially this new ‘W’ drug trade. That’s going to be a plague on our city, and it’s just the tip of the iceberg. We need to take them down first.”

I was momentarily stunned, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over me. Until this moment, I had harbored doubts about whether Logan was fully committed to our mission, whether he would actually stick around to dismantle the mafia’s chokehold on our city, just as he had said he would.

He caught my wide-eyed expression and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that look for?”

I shrugged and glanced down at the ground, my hands shoved into the pockets of my jeans. “I don’t know. I guess I just… I guess I didn’t really think you’d have a plan like that after all.”

Logan fell silent for a moment before he spoke up. “So you thought I was lying?”

I paused, swallowing. “No, I-”

He stopped in his tracks, the silence between us punctuated only by the sounds of the park around us.

“You know, Ella,” he said, his tone darkening slightly, “I have to say… I’m a bit offended that you’d think I would lie to you like that.”

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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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