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.

all that came out was garbled nonsense. They stopped the car and got out, opening the back door and lifting my limp body out of the

half-carried me toward 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 that

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

go even weaker. The man in 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 man saying something to the concierge, followed by the ding of

I blacked out again.

I woke up again, I was laying on something soft. The room was dim, lit only by the

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

hit your head pretty good there, huh?” a familiar male voice said. I winced as I felt a damp cloth touch

“Where am I…?”

back in

me with a concerned expression as he dabbed at my forehead with a damp cloth. I thought, as I slowly

here?” I whispered, too weak to speak any more

instead of answering me, his face

couple of soft pillows under me to help me stay upright, then stood and walked over to the window to look out

said. “It’s rude of you to run off like that. I’m

to attack me on the

me. His expression was, unsurprisingly, cold

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

he said. I cracked my eyes open 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,” he said,

the glass of water.

actually. As it turns out, you left your phone here by accident.” He pulled my phone out of his pocket and tossed it

should know that I don’t have any

say that,” he replied. “I suppose I could just as easily find someone else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it myself at this point, but it seems

upset by our… brief history…