His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 16: A Sweet Scent
Edrick

I lifted my blindfold, as did she. The sweet scent that I smelled was definitely Moana…

Or so I thought. It faded so quickly that I was no longer sure if it was her who I smelled, or someone else. It couldn’t be her, anyway; she was a human. She had no scent.

“It looks like we have our first winners!” the announcer called over the microphone.

As Ella squealed with delight on the platform above, I realized that I was holding Moana’s hand. I saw her blushing and I quickly dropped her hand. When we re-emerged from the maze, Ella was standing at the entrance with one of the staff members — the same girl from before.

The staff member gave Moana and I a strange look, but still said nothing and instead handed Ella the grand prize; the rare doll that Ella had so desperately wanted.

As we walked back to the car, Ella couldn’t stop chattering about how much she loved her doll, how amazing it was that she was able to make me find Moana so quickly, and how this was the best birthday she had ever had in her entire life.

for us by the theme park entrance and looked a little relieved to finally be able to go home after waiting all day. Once we were in the car, I finally took my mask off, breathing deeply and rubbing the backs of my sore ears from

sat next to Moana with her new doll clutched tightly to her chest, humming and wiggling happily in her seat. I couldn’t help myself from sneaking a glance at Moana

just a good job, Miss Smartypants,” Moana said, wrapping her arm around Ella’s small shoulders. “What are you

brows for a few moments, tapping her chin with her index finger. “I think I’ll name her… Momo! It’s almost

I watched them, my mind wandered back to the strange scent I had picked up in the maze. I decided to ask my wolf if he had any sort of

recognize where that scent came from?”

“It was too quick and faint. Although, I think it might have been

away from Moana and Ella and looked out the window instead at

…

bed. Moana came to my room a little while later due to our agreement — still bundled up in extra layers, of course, as if I would touch her against her will — and shot

was sitting on the bed, reading,

“I

I replied. “I’m

caused by being lonely in bed, but then I would think about other one night stands I had before Moana came into

about Moana that helped me sleep? There wasn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary with her, and her demeanor was often cordial with me — she was even a little cold with me sometimes, whereas I had had previous one night stands with women who were head over heels for me. Maybe there was

around to the opposite side of the bed, pausing

the curtains

it’s fine.” I had completely forgotten about how she had opened the curtains after our second night of sleeping together. Normally I liked to keep the room as dark as possible to try and help