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.

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

they 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

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

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.

laying on something soft. The room was dim,

sit up; somehow, I managed to

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

here?” I whispered, too weak to speak

his face turning

Sighing, Edrick set down the washcloth and propped a couple of soft pillows under me to help me stay upright, then stood

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

attack

turned back to face me. His expression

do? They were never going to hurt you. From what I heard,

as a wave of dizziness took over me. Through my closed eyelids I saw Edrick’s tall form approaching me once more

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, noticing my hesitation to take the pills. “For

down with the glass of water. I heard Selina’s footsteps receding, followed by the sound of the door

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

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

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

furrowed my brow. “Ella seemed too upset by our…