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.

came out was garbled nonsense. They stopped the

lay before me, my head lolled back on one of their shoulders. Above me towered the

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

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

I blacked out again.

again, I was laying on something soft. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of a standing

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

a 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

“Where am I…?”

back in the

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; under any other circumstances, I would’ve felt like we had chemistry

I whispered, too weak to speak

of answering me, his face turning

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

said. “It’s rude of you to run off

by sending two terrifying men to attack

His expression was,

you expect me to do? They were never going to hurt you. From

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 my forehead. As he did, I

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, noticing my hesitation to take the pills. “For the

them down with the glass of water. I heard Selina’s

and folding his arms across his chest. “Several times, actually. As it turns out, you left

should know that

else to fill your

my brow. “Ella seemed too upset by our… brief history… to want anything to do with