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.

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

one of their shoulders. Above

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

carrying me in through the

I blacked out again.

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

managed to do it, although the dizziness got worse

I winced as I felt a damp cloth touch my tender forehead, another hand supporting

“Where am I…?”

back 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 caught him showing a bit of concern for me;

I whispered, too weak

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

pillows under me to help me stay upright, then stood and walked over to

said. “It’s rude of you to

attack me on the street in the

to face me. His

From what I

again and shut my eyes, tenderly 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

two out into his palm, then held them out to me along with a glass of

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

to call you,” he said, sitting on the arm of 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

slipping my phone into my own pocket. “But you should know

figured you would say that,” he replied. “I suppose I could just as easily find someone else to fill your position,

“Ella seemed too upset by our… brief history… to want anything to