His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 60: The Billionaire’s Baby

Moana

I had just begun to drift off to sleep. Somehow, I had made it through the gala, and Edrick hadn’t pried about the pregnancy. Maybe he didn’t actually realize it after all; maybe it was just my nerves getting to me, and the Edrick I saw that night was only him being his usual abrasive and cold self.

As I began to fade off into sleep, the tears on my cheek drying, I felt much more at peace. I would still have to make a decision soon, but at least I could do it in my own time.

Oh, how wrong I was!

I must not have been asleep for more than ten minutes at the most when I was suddenly startled awake by the sound of my door flinging open. I gasped and sat up in bed, my eyes wide and still full of tears from before and my heart racing as my fight or flight response kicked in, to see Edrick standing in my doorway.

“Edrick…?” I said, clutching my chest with my hand as my heart pounded. “What are you doing in my room like this?”

toward my bed. Selina came rushing in after him, but it was too late; he was already holding the bottle of pregnancy vitamins in front of my

something to tell me, now is

too large, and I felt cornered and helpless. When I looked up at Edrick, his eyes were glowing slightly. He was breathing heavily through

“I– I don’t–”

pregnancy. Now, more than ever, I just wanted to abort the pregnancy and be done with it — how could I bring a child into a world where his or her own father treated

smelled like

again?” I asked, scooting away from him on the

he replied. “Just tell me what it is you’ve been hiding. I

over to him and tried to take the

that his fangs were showing slightly from his anger, and it made my heart race faster than I ever thought it could. I felt like a

I still couldn’t answer.

wait for my response, because he threw the bottle of pills down on my bed and glared at

“If you don’t want to tell me the truth, and you want to sit here and lie to me after

felt a pang in my stomach, and it made me want to vomit. I was pregnant with his baby, and yet here he was, accosting me in the middle of the night and telling me to get out. He was sending me back to the streets, where I would certainly become homeless,

my arm to steady me. I sunk back down to sit on the edge of the bed, and when my eyes refocused, I looked up to see Edrick still standing there with fury written across his face. “Why are you doing this?” I asked again. My voice was soft and meek, and quivered

pregnancy,” he said. “A little werewolf, hm? Tell me, was this your scheme all along? A way to get money or climb the social

shown signs of my own wolf emerging, but I