His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 173: Said Too Much

Edrick

“I want to know the real reason behind why you find it so abhorrent to be intimate with me,” Moana said, chasing after me and grabbing my arm as I tried to storm out.

What I said next was a mistake. I knew that as soon as the cruel words came out of my mouth, and I wished that I could take them back when I saw the look on Moana’s soft face.

“Because!” I said, whirling around to face Moana. “I will never marry you! Not you, and not anyone, and I don’t want to give you the wrong idea! I don’t care that you’re my mate. The mate bond means nothing.”

Moana’s eyes widened. She released her grip on my arm and covered her mouth with her hand, taking a step back. We stared at each other in shocked silence for several long moments before she suddenly brushed past me and ran out of the room.

“God dammit, Edrick,” I whispered to myself once she was gone. I slapped my hand on the wall and cursed under my breath. I felt like such a fool for saying too much; not only had I revealed that Moana was my mate too early, but I had completely misconstrued what I wanted to say and I had hurt her feelings because of it.

its own personality, and Eddy was definitely the stoic type. But even he realized that I messed up just now and had

out loud as I paced restlessly around my bedroom. I sighed and flung the balcony doors open to let in the fresh air, and stepped

knew that, eventually, I would no longer be able to resist her, no matter how hard I

bond. I hated everything it stood for. I hated the lies that it spread, how people were so blinded by the idea of it that they just assumed that nothing could ever break the mate bond. My father and my mother were both living proof of the fact that the mate bond was complete and utter bullshit. They were supposed to be fated mates, and he still cheated on her. He still treated her

knew that Moana would never betray me. I knew that I could never betray her, either. I knew that I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her,

simple, though. If she marked me now, then she would shift too early. I had done my research over the past few weeks and discovered that “late bloomers” like Moana — rare cases where people’s wolves wouldn’t appear until later in life — would often shift upon marking their mate. It was rare, but it could happen. Not only that, but it could be dangerous for both her

couldn’t keep control of my stupid tongue. Why was I cursed

pushed myself away from the balcony railing and headed back inside. The bed looked empty without Moana; I needed to make things right with her. I decided to go over

to her bedroom and tried to open the door, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

sniffle inside, followed by a quiet sob. Had I made

about whether I should go in there

me. “Don’t just

my face and make it even worse. Ultimately, I

finally, despite my wolf’s wishes, I chose to

wasn’t happy about that decision. Neither was I, admittedly. But I couldn’t bring myself to look her in the face — not after I had made her cry with my words. I

had both had a good night of sleep. Everything was always better