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.

tell them to let me go, but all that came out was garbled nonsense. They stopped the car and got out, opening the back door and lifting

whatever fate that lay before me, my head lolled back on one of their shoulders. Above me towered the massive apartment building where I had just been earlier

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

the leather jacket said something incoherent and picked me up fully, carrying me in through the brightly-lit lobby. I heard the sound of the scar-faced

I blacked out again.

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

groaned and attempted to sit up; somehow, I managed to do it, although the dizziness got worse when I

felt a damp cloth touch my tender

“Where am I…?”

in the

devilishly handsome face came into focus. He was crouching in front of me with a concerned expression as he dabbed at my forehead with a damp cloth. I thought, as I slowly came back to consciousness, that I secretly

I whispered, too weak

of answering me, his face turning cold again as soon as he saw

set down the washcloth and propped a couple of soft pillows under me to help

rude of you to run off like that.

men to attack me

back to face me. His expression

to hurt you. From what I heard, you took off screaming before they could even talk

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

to see the housekeeper hand him a bottle of pills. He opened it and dumped two out into his palm, then held them out to me along with a glass of water. “It’s just Advil,”

gingerly took the pills and popped them into my mouth, washing them down with the glass of water.

a chair across from me and folding his arms across his chest. “Several times, actually. As it turns out, you left your phone here by accident.” He pulled my phone

into my own pocket. “But you should know that I don’t have any intention of continuing to

I could just as easily find someone else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it myself at this point, but it seems Ella is quite

too upset by our… brief history… to want anything