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His Nanny Mate Chapter 365 By Eve Above Story

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I was eight years old. The walls of our house were cold and uninviting, filled with the scent of cigars and the persistent feeling of tension.

My father’s office was the epitome of this atmosphere-a sanctuary of order and discipline. Mahogany desk, leather chair, and shelves teeming with meticulously arranged books. He sat at his desk with the stern posture that always intimidated me, his icy eyes scanning through documents on his laptop.

“Dad, can we go to the fair? Matty and Greg are going with their families,” I said, barely containing my excitement. I clutched a crumpled flyer for the fair in my tiny hand, complete with pictures of cotton candy, carousels, and game booths.

But my other hand was clenched nervously into a fist, my knuckles white with anticipation.

Leonard’s gaze lifted from his computer and met my eager eyes. His face was like a chiseled statue, cold and unyielding. “A fair?” he sneered, as if the word itself was a blemish on his refined vocabulary. “Why would you want to go to a fair?”

“Because it’s fun, Dad! There are rides and games. Matty said he won a huge stuffed animal last time. And there’s a carousel!” The words rushed out of my mouth, each one loaded with the innocence and enthusiasm only an eight-year-old could muster.

Leonard stood up, his 6’2″ frame towering over me. He plucked the flyer from my hand and glanced at it, his lips curling in disdain. “This is nonsense, Logan. Absolute nonsense. A carousel? Stuffed animals? Do you think young Alphas have time for this childish idiocy?”

I looked down, my excitement deflating like a popped balloon. “I thought it could be… fun,” I mumbled, my voice barely audible.

“Fun?” My father’s voice became menacingly low. “Fun’ leads to distraction. Distraction leads to weakness. Young Alphas in our family don’t have the luxury for such foolery. We have businesses to run, work to do. You don’t see Harry in here throwing a fit over carousels, do you?”

“But Dad-”

My plea was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. My mother walked into the room, her expression anxious. She looked at me and then at Leonard, sensing the charged atmosphere.

“What’s going on?” she asked cautiously.

“He wants to go to a fair,.” Leonard spat out the words, throwing the flyer onto the desk with a look of utter contempt.

My mother picked up the flyer and studied it. “It sounds like fun. Maybe we should-”

Suddenly, a sharp slap echoed in the room. Leonard had struck her across the face, his eyes ablaze with fury.

“Don’t undermine me,” he snarled. “Especially not in front of him.”

My mother’s hand went to her cheek, her eyes welling up with tears. But she said nothing, her silence even more heartbreaking than a scream would have been.

“Do you understand why we can’t go?” Leonard looked down at me, his eyes piercing into mine.

I nodded, too terrified to speak, too terrified to even breathe. My eyes met my mother’s, but her expression was stony, her eyes fixed on the paperweight sitting on the corner of my father’s desk.

“Good,” my father said, returning to his seat. “Now go to your room. And don’t ever bring up such foolishness again.”

I turned around, my feet heavy, my heart heavier. I felt my mother’s eyes on me, her silent apology, as I walked out of the room. I remembered how the door slammed shut behind me, and I heard the sound of my father hitting her again. And again. And she never once screamed.

Pulling Ella toward the carousel, I felt a surge of childish excitement and a cathartic sense of liberation.

The revolving platform, adorned with meticulously carved horses and beaming lights, seemed to call out to me. It was as if the universe had given me a second chance, a do- over to claim a piece of the joy that was snatched from me all those years ago. It was as if my mother was here, standing on the sidelines, smiling at me.

I reached out and handed our tickets to the operator, a friendly, middle-aged mad. “Step right up!” He grinned and gestured toward the carousel.

Before Ella could resist, I scooped her up in my arms effortlessly and settled her onto one of the colorful, fake horses. Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, caught off guard and likely embarrassed by my impromptu move.

“H-Hey! Logan!” she hissed, clearly taken aback.

“Shh, the ride is about to begin,” I teased, settling onto a horse next to her.

The music chimed to life, filling the air with an enchanting melody as the carousel began its journey. Spinning around faster and faster, the world blurred into a pastel panorama of lights and faces.

And amidst it all was Ella-her hair falling in waves, tousled by the wind, her lips stretched into an uncontrollable smile no matter how hard she tried to hide it. She was beautiful, and not just aesthetically. Her presence was a light that made even the scars in my past seem less painful.

As we spun in circles, I spotted the brass ring dispenser mounted next to the operator’s booth. A challenge for riders to grab as they passed by. I remembered hearing about it from friends when I was a kid. A ‘prize’ in a game I had never gotten the chance to play.

As we neared the dispenser, my hand reached out, timed to perfection, and I felt the cold brass slide onto my fingers. I turned to Ella and presented it to her.

“I got a prize for you,” I said, my voice teeming with a joy I had not felt in years.

She looked at the brass ring, then at me, her eyes twinkling like stars in a clear night sky. The carousel’s lights cast vibrant hues on her skin, accentuating her beauty in that instant. “You grabbed it! That’s… Thank you, Logan.”

Her words, simple yet sincere, became the most significant prize of the night. The carousel continued its rotation, but in that moment, time felt irrelevant. Everything seemed to pause, allowing us to exist in a vacuum where the weight of my past didn’t drag me down.

As the carousel continued to spin, the rest of the world seemed to blur away. Here I was, an ‘Alpha’ according to my father’s rigid definitions, engaging in an act he would have considered frivolous.

But the strength I felt in this ‘frivolity’, the healing it brought me, and the happiness it brought to both of us, felt like a defiant stand against every toxic notion he ever implanted in me.

I looked at Ella’s smiling face, still captivated by her new brass ring, and realized that the real prize wasn’t the piece of metal in her hand; it was seeing her like this, free and beautiful and smiling so wide I was certain her face would split right open.

As the carousel began to slow, coming to the end of its cycle, Ella turned to me, her face somehow more radiant than I had ever seen it before.

“Well?” she asked, sliding down off of her horse, her hair tousled from the wind and her cheeks rosy from the cold. “How did you enjoy your first carousel ride, Mr. Barrett?”

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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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