His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 211: The Situation Room

Edrick

I watched the police officer take Moana into the interrogation room and shut the door in my face before I could even really protest.

“She’ll be fine,” I whispered to myself. But did I really believe that?

What happened to Moana and Ella was extremely traumatic. At least Ella didn’t have to remember what happened at her young age, but Moana… She would never forget it. I had already seen the way that it was affecting her since it happened. During normal conversations, she would go elsewhere. Whenever the events in the warehouse were brought up, her face would darken and her eyes would gloss over, like she was reliving it. I tried to help snap her out of it whenever I noticed it happening, but I was worried that she would freak out in there and I wouldn’t be around to help her. I highly doubted that the police officer would know what to do, or if he would even care. To them, Moana was just a piece of evidence to collect before Ethan could be convicted. That was it.

For a long time, I just paced back and forth outside of the interrogation room in that little hallway. There was no window on the door, and no matter how many times I asked, they wouldn’t let me into the room next door with them to watch through the one-way mirror. I felt completely cut off from Moana, and it made me sick.

Suddenly, one of the female officers came up to me as I was still pacing in front of the door.

said in a light, friendly voice with a plastic smile spread across her lips, “your fiancee will be fine. Why don’t you come

thanks,” I replied. “I’ll be staying

she said. “We don’t allow people to pace outside of the interrogation rooms, and it’s a narrow hallway. Come with me; we have a nice room where you can wait and

protest, but before I could, the female officer took me by the arm and led me away. She led me down the hallway and into a small waiting room with a couple of vending machines, a few tables and chairs, and a coffee station. It was anything but comfortable in there, but I knew that it would be useless to try to get back to Moana, so I sat down

minutes later, the female officer slid a cardboard cup of steaming coffee to me from across the table. “Here,” she

I muttered. I took a sip of coffee and it burned my tongue, but I didn’t care. At least the motion of raising the cup to my

however, the still air in the waiting room and the hum of

pang in

Something was wrong.

cup over, sending coffee spilling across the white lacquered table. I didn’t care about that, though. While the female officer still stood there in shock, I took off out of the room and

running after me. Her calls alerted other officers, who came out of adjoining rooms with puzzled looks on their faces.

of the officers said, putting his hands up. “Come on. Let’s get you back to the

out of my way,” I growled angrily. “My mate is in distress.

making sure that she was okay on my mind. I didn’t care that they were yelling

by those same two officers tackling me to the ground. I felt my skin scrape against the tiled floor as I

“Just let me get to my

really need to calm down,” the female officer from before said. “Ms. Fowler is fine. The interroga— I mean, interview, will be done any minute now. Please just come back

two male officers hauled me to my feet, each one of them holding me by each arm. Realistically, I could have used my strength and abilities as an Alpha to break free