His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 139: Sweet Tooth

Edrick

I fell asleep beside Moana that night with a bit of a smile on my face. Even though the event started out on a bad note with the paparazzi, it was a lot of fun to enjoy the comedy show with Moana. Even just that short time of the event made the entire event worth it, despite the fact that I was forced to mingle with people who I utterly hated.

To call myself one of those people always made me sick. I hated how they acted, I hated their views on the world, and I hated their horrible attitudes. I never felt as though those people could ever even come close to being my friends, which was why it was almost laughable when Moana told me that she was worried she would ruin my image.

Those people were already looking for any little thing they could find to ruin anyone’s image. If it wasn’t Moana, it would have been something else. Even if they knew that Moana was not only a werewolf, but that she was my fated mate and that there was something else that was exceedingly special about her, they still would have found something to nitpick.

Moana always held herself with so much grace, and she was so beautiful — especially in the hair and makeup that Tyrus did for her, although she still would have been stunning in a paper bag — that the other women would have hated her anyway. But I didn’t care; I was just happy to have spent the night with Moana, and ever since I found out that she was my mate, I couldn’t get enough of her.

right choice in announcing my

Moana had shown me. In my dreams, it always seemed to be there, but something was special about it. It

dreams started to get a little intense. I dreamed that Moana had some special powers that I couldn’t quite explain, but there

know why. All I knew was that I felt a sense of panic, and I

heavily with my forehead coated in sweat from the intense dreams. When I looked over at Moana in the darkness, I was relieved to find that she was still sleeping soundly and peacefully. Her chest was rising and falling gently, and her red hair was splayed out around her on her pillow like an

her that drawer to put some of her things in; and one of those things was the box that contained the tooth. I wasn’t exactly sure why she kept it in here instead of keeping it in her own room, but I got the

glance over at Moana, who had now rolled onto her side, before I quietly

the top drawer, there it was: the wooden box that held the tooth. I picked it up gingerly and opened it. As

when Moana first showed it to me, but I hadn’t looked at it in the moonlight that time. And, tonight was a full moon. As I held it up

slight gasp escaped my throat. I quickly put the tooth back in the box and stuck it back in the

about a tooth like this; a golden tooth that could only be seen in the moonlight. But those were

needed to do some research of my

the