His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 236: The Evil Father

Moana

“Hello, Moana.” Michael’s harsh voice rang so loudly in my skull that I winced and staggered backwards a little.

My eyes widened as I looked down and saw what he was holding so tightly in his hand: the Golden Knife. The knife that was going to kill me. The knife that I felt plunge into my chest over and over again in my visions.

“M-Michael,” I said, taking another step back, “what are you doing? W-Why do you have that knife?”

Michael slowly took another step toward me. I could see the droplets of rain sliding down the blade of the golden knife in Michael’s hand and the droplets falling off of the sharp, curved tip.

“M-Michael?” I repeated as he continued to approach. My eyes searched wildly for a way to escape, but there was no way around him — not without being able to see more than a few feet in front of me. I didn’t know if anyone else was with him, or what would happen to me if I ran into the mist blindly.

Michael sighed. He lifted the knife up and inspected it in the light, turning it this way and that. I could see how the golden blade glinted, how it sparkled from the rain falling on it. Everything from the wolf head on the handle to the way that the blade curved slightly was exactly the way it looked in my visions.

don’t particularly want to kill you, you know,” Michael said, wiping

head. “You don’t have to,” I whimpered. “We can both walk away from here. If you want me to leave your family alone, then I will. I’ll do whatever you want, so long as my baby is

through the rain and the mist between us. I pleaded with him with my own eyes to just let me go, and all the while I begged my wolf to

coming, then we need to shift,”

can, Moana,” she replied, sounding just as panicked as

“Keep trying!”

another step backwards, but when I glanced over my shoulder I could see the edge of the cliff now

there was no other way out… I wondered if I should just jump. Take my death into my own hands, and at least rob

about your baby,” Michael growled. “I have to kill you, just like I killed your parents. I should

left me on the doorstep of the orphanage because they were trying to save me; not because they were ashamed of

you were just a human toy of my son’s, another woman who trapped him with the bastard child in your belly so that you could get rich quick. But I was

to kill the Golden Wolf? You would have killed me as a baby to

rage. “Why?!” I

But he only laughed.

lose. A good-for-nothing moron such as yourself would never understand the implications behind the Golden Wolf’s existence. Besides… By you and your baby dying now, you’ll be saving generations of pain. The Golden Wolf will always be hunted, and the gene for it is in your blood.

feeling myself gain strength and confidence. If I was going to die now, then I would go with dignity. “What sort of a monster wipes out the entire bloodline of a

know nothing about peace,” he said, his voice so low I could hardly hear it over the sound of the

lurch. “Edrick!!” I screamed again, hoping beyond hope that he would be close enough to hear me, and he

can’t hear you, you dumb w***e,”

and scowled. I took one more step back and felt the unmistakable feeling of the rocks on the edge of the cliff crunching under my feet. I felt something