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.

I tried to speak, to tell them to let me go, but all that came out was garbled nonsense. They stopped the car and

on one of their

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

up fully, carrying me in through the brightly-lit lobby. I heard the

I blacked out again.

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

to sit up; somehow, I managed to

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

“Where am I…?”

in the

He was crouching in front of me with a concerned expression as he dabbed at my forehead with a damp cloth. I thought, as

you bring me back here?” I whispered,

his face turning cold again

didn’t answer. Sighing, Edrick set down the washcloth and propped a couple of soft pillows under me to help me stay upright, then stood and walked over to the window to look

rude of you to

sending two terrifying men to attack me on the street in the middle of

back to face me. His expression was, unsurprisingly,

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

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

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

with the

know, we did try 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 out of his pocket and tossed it onto my lap. The screen lit up as he did so, showing

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

else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it myself at this point, but it seems Ella is

by our… brief history… to want anything