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.

let me 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

me, my head lolled back on one of their shoulders. Above me towered the massive apartment building where

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

through the brightly-lit lobby. I heard

I blacked out again.

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

somehow, I managed to do it,

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

“Where am I…?”

in

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

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

instead of answering me, his face turning cold again as soon as he

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

he said. “It’s rude of you to run off

attack me on the street in

to face me. His

you. From what I heard, you took off

over me. Through my closed eyelids I saw Edrick’s tall form approaching me once more and

palm, then held them out to me along with a glass of water. “It’s just Advil,” he said, noticing

the pills and popped them into my mouth, washing them down with the glass of water. I heard

chair across from me and folding his arms across his chest. “Several times, actually. As it turns out, you left your phone here

phone into my own pocket. “But you should know

that,” he replied. “I suppose I could just as easily find someone else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it

too upset by our… brief