His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 7 Captive

Moana

“Hey! Stop!” the scar-faced man shouted.

I ran as fast as I could, willing my legs to pump harder, to push me further away from the imminent danger that I sensed. I could hear the sound of footsteps pounding on the sidewalk behind me; I was just a human, and these men were werewolves. I should’ve known I wouldn’t stand a chance trying to outrun them.

I screamed for help, but no one came — no one ever came when a woman screamed for help in the city, and I cursed them for that in that moment.

The sound of the men running behind me came closer. I felt as though my body didn’t belong to me, like I was watching from a third person perspective as I ran for my life.

The two men gained on me. They were so close now that I knew that one misstep on my part would allow them to catch me. I felt a hand brush my shoulder and I shrieked, pushing myself faster as I glanced over my shoulder to look…

Whack!

I ran into something hard and gritty: a corner of a brick building. As I stumbled backwards, my head reeling from the impact, all I could feel were hands grabbing me. My vision faded, and the last thing I saw was the scar-faced man…

I came to in the back of a car. My head was throbbing and I felt as though I would vomit, which kept me from being able to scream or fight. Where were these strange men taking me?

“She’s awake,” the gravelly voice that belonged to the scar-faced man said.

garbled nonsense. They stopped the car and got out, opening the back

back on one of their shoulders.

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

man in the leather jacket said something incoherent and picked me up fully, carrying me in through the brightly-lit

I blacked out again.

on something soft. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of

attempted to sit up; somehow, I managed to do it, although the

familiar male voice said. I winced as I felt a damp cloth touch my tender forehead, another hand supporting my back from underneath as I struggled to stay

“Where am I…?”

back in

he dabbed at my forehead with a damp cloth. I thought, as I slowly came back to consciousness,

I whispered, too weak to speak

did you run?” he asked instead of answering me, his face turning cold again as soon

couple of soft pillows under me to help me stay upright, then stood

signed the contract,” he said. “It’s rude of you to run off like that. I’m

terrifying men to attack me on the street in the middle

back to face me. His expression was, unsurprisingly, cold

to do? They were never going to hurt you. From what I heard, you took off screaming before they

touching my fingers to my forehead as a wave of dizziness took over me. Through my closed eyelids I saw Edrick’s tall form approaching me once more and crouching down in front of me. He picked up the washcloth again and held it to my forehead. As he did, I heard the door

it and dumped two out into his palm, then held them out to me along with a

and popped them into my mouth, washing them down with the glass of water. I

across his chest. “Several times, actually. As it turns out, you left your phone here by accident.” He pulled my phone out

“But you should know that I don’t have any intention of continuing

to fill your position, and would

seemed too upset by our… brief history… to want