His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 222: Over the Balcony

Moana

I decided that I couldn’t let Edrick go on for any longer without telling Ella the truth about her biological mother.

“I know that you didn’t tell her everything,” I said as I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips. He was standing in front of the bathroom sink in his bedroom and was brushing his teeth. With a sigh, he slowly spit out his toothpaste and then looked over at me.

“What do you mean?” he asked. I could tell that he was trying to play it off like he didn’t know what I was thinking about.

A frown came across my face. “Don’t play dumb. I know that you didn’t tell Ella about her mother even though we talked about it. Are you going to tell her the truth, or do I need to? Because the longer she goes without knowing everything, the more she’ll resent you when she eventually does find out.”

then that look was quickly hidden, and he shook his head and scowled slightly. I could tell that I had struck a chord by bringing it up to him, which was understandable but

of the bed and watched him as he took his watch off

trouble at

asked. “Is she alright? What’s happening? Is she being bullied? I swear, if

down at my hands in my lap to hide the tears that were threatening to pool up in my eyes. “She’s being alienated because of me. Because I’m a…

of wind as Edrick walked up to me, and I felt his hands firmly

demanded. I slowly looked up, blinking away my tears to see a stern expression on his handsome face. “Moana, you’re not a freak. The children and the other teachers will get over your

head. “But what if I am a freak?” I asked. “What if I have another episode in the middle of the classroom and I scare everyone? What if I have an episode and I never come out of it, and

not for me, but for the horrible things that I just said about myself. I instantly felt like a small ant beneath his glare, and I immediately regretted it. “I won’t hear any more of

if I shift, and everyone finds out that I’m the Golden Wolf, and then I’m not only a freak but I’m also a hunted freak by people who

for a moment with wide eyes. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he said. “I wasn’t going to say anything just yet, but I might as well

comforting, but… I still felt uneasy. My dreams were too vivid,

was it, really, for someone to black out and draw dozens of violent pictures depicting blood and gore and a strange knife with a wolf head handle?