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.

me go, but all that came out was garbled nonsense.

on one of their shoulders. Above me towered the massive apartment building

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

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

I blacked out again.

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

groaned and attempted to sit up; somehow, I managed to do it,

a familiar male voice said. I winced as I felt a damp cloth touch my tender forehead, another hand supporting my back from

“Where am I…?”

in

a damp cloth. I thought,

you bring me back here?” I whispered, too weak to speak any more

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

propped a couple of soft pillows under me to help me stay upright, then stood and walked over

already signed the contract,” he said. “It’s rude of you to run off like that. I’m

to attack

back to face me. His expression was, unsurprisingly,

From what I heard, you took off screaming

form approaching me once more and crouching down in front of me. He picked up

you, Selina,” 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, noticing my hesitation to take the pills. “For the

but gingerly took the pills and popped them into my mouth, washing them down with the glass of water. I heard Selina’s footsteps receding, followed by the sound of

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

should know that I don’t

as easily find someone else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it myself

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